Okay, aaaand here we go again! (Just because I don't feel like waiting to post this…)
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"Zack…Zack…"
A whisper drifted through the foggy darkness like a sweet song…it came from a far away edge of his mind…and then on the other side, much closer, a bright light shone through like a heavenly burst through a shadowy tunnel…
He remembered something, from a long time ago…maybe it was from a book or an old nursery rhyme or something…all he could recall was something about a light at the end of a tunnel…
He reached out his hand to it, discovering there was nothing to feel with at all…but the light…it gave him so much warmth and happiness…he reached for it again, but it would not come. It seemed farther away, somehow…
"Zack! Zack!" The voice was coming closer now, a harsh sharp sound instead of the beautiful music that it had been before…but it was closer, and he reached out for it…
"Zack! Wake up, please!"
The blackness suddenly swirled into bright whiteness that seared through him like hot knives. "Zack, please…"
And then the white turned into a mass of blurry colors, like a watercolor painting that had been left in the rain. Sort of like himself, he thought ironically—something that had been created and left to be ruined.
And then he realized that his eyes were open, and he was staring into the bleary eyed face of his best friend, Freddy Jones. He wasn't dead—far from it.
"Zack!" Freddy yelled, "Zack, you're awake!" He hugged the frozen boy tightly, not caring that his own dry clothes were being soaked in the process. He pulled his coat that he had placed over Zack's shoulders tighter.
His vision becoming clearer, Zack noticed they were in Freddy's garage. He was lying on a soft blue blanket. Very not dead. The heater was sitting beside him, the warmth penetrating his body. "F-Freddy?" He asked finally, his voice wavering and alien.
"Yeah, yeah." Freddy answered quickly, moving the heater closer, "Are you okay? Are you feeling warmer? I can get some blankets if you want."
"B-blankets…" Zack whispered hoarsely, his mind still unable to process what was going on—other then the fact that he still could not feel any of his body parts. Freddy nodded, running out the door. Zack stared at one of his hands that was shaking so hard he was surprised it was still attached to his arm. He tried to make his fingers uncurl from the fist it was making, but the fingers would not listen.
The spiky-haired teen came back into the room, his arms full of blankets, a shirt, and a clean pair of boxers. "Can you move?" He asked Zack, who shook his head very slowly in response. He began to close his eyes, the prospect of the dark suddenly very appealing. "Zack! No, stay awake!" Freddy's screams woke him up once again, the panic in his eyes overwhelming him.
"I c-can't…" Zack mumbled, using every ounce of strength left in him to keep them open, "leave me alone…"
"Zack! Wake up, damnit! You can't die!" Freddy yelled, slapping Zack in the face desperately, "Damnit!"
Zack struggled to open his eyes again, suddenly not wanting to sleep so much. Freddy was crying—actually crying. "I'll s-stay a-awake." He promised, watching silently as Freddy quickly wiped away his tears.
"Okay, well…" Freddy started, regaining his composure, "You need to get your wet clothes off." He started to reach for Zack's wet shirt, but the dark haired boy squirmed. "I need to get it off, Zack. It's just making you colder." When again the smaller boy protested, Freddy reached over and pulled it off forcefully.
And then it seemed like everything froze while he stared at what he had uncovered.
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(Next Time)
"Don't look!" Zack yelled in a weak voice, feebly attempting to roll to his side. "Just don't…it's nothing…"
"Zack…" Freddy was at loss for words, "What the hell is that?"
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