Dreams and reality

She looked at the white bare walls of the emptiness around her. "Where am I?" she thought. "Joan…Over here!" said a young girl's voice. The young girl god stood in front of her. "You're not supposed to be here Joan. You have too much of life to live." Joan lightly nodded and thought to god. "What if I want to stay here with you?" The little girl giggled and whispered, "You can't because you're needed back on earth." Joan looked down at herself which showed a flowing white gown. "Yes Joan. You are a saint." The girl said more seriously, "It's just not your time to come with me just yet."

Joan's eyes overflowed with tears and then little girl vanished and the light around her flashed backwards and Joan opened her eyes to white walls and a figure was sleeping near her bed.

Joan's eyes darted and danced around the room looking for her family. She slowly sat up and a nurse who was opening her door with a trey in her hand dropped it when she saw Joan sitting up. "Lordy, it's a miracle!" the women whispered and turned to dart out of the room. Joan's reaction was to cover her ears and then she found Adam sitting on the couch next to her bed still asleep. Joan reached for her bed edge and slowly let her feet touch the ground. The icy tile shot cold sparks up her nerves and she jumped back on the bed thinking, "Gah, that's to cold!"

Adam stirred in this dream and slowly opened his sleepy eyes. He saw a vision of purity before him and he lost his breath. "Joan?" he asked. She shot her face up towards the voice and smiled. He stubbed but reached her bed side in moments. The doctor came rushing in that very moment and said, "Joan your awake!"

(5 days later)

Joan sat in her home staring at her old room. It looked so different from what she remembered. She stood up and pulled away the poster of old favorite singer and after a good hour had taken every picture away from the walls. They showed plain white and shattered she though patterns. "Joan? Are you hungry?" her mom signed. Joan nodded and looked at her mother near the door. "Mom, I leave for Davidson in a few weeks." Helen looked down at her daughter and smiled, "Darling I love you so much. I wish you didn't have to go." Joan's tears washed down her face, she let her fingers dance on her arm and she sighed softly. "I need to go see Adam." Helen nodded and asked, "Do you need a ride?" Joan shook her head and ushered her mother out of the room. "I don't want you pushing your self and if you need to be picked up just have Adam call." Joan pulled on some jeans and a green tank top and sweater. She ran for her sneakers and the door. The ride on her old bike was harder then she had thought it would be. After being in a hospital, she had not realized how much it had taken it on her body.

Adam's house shown through the trees and his shed door was open. She placed her bike against the tree and hiked up to the shed. The art lay in tangles not as if it was normally. He seemed not to have worked on his art for some time. She picked up a small piece, looked all over it and let the light bounce off from the entrance. "Jane?" he whispered from the doorway. She turned around with a huge smile on her face and tears running down her face. "Adam, I'm so glad to see you." He walked quickly towards her and hugged her fail body. From the long hospital stay, Joan had become fail and not as strong as she used to be. He whispered, "Jane, I'm here for you forever. I leave in 2 weeks for California though." Joan pulled away, "NO you can't leave. NO! The summer just began." He shook his head, "It's already been two months." Joan nodded and tried a weak smile. "Well, let's make the best of it then."

A light knock and Grace with Luke stood in the doorway. "Well it's good to see the two love birds back together." Grace said with a light sarcastic vibe. The four went to movies and spent the next 2 weeks together. Laughs and gossip filled there life and Joan loved every moment. No sightings of God and her best friends with her almost every moment made her days.

Joan on a pretty Saturday was convinced by her mom to help garden in the front yard before hanging out with her friends. As Joan pulled out the tools, she looked across the street at Sam's house. She had not seen him in months and almost felt bad. He had saved her life and she his yet why could not she not go over and talk to him. A car pulled into the parking lot and Sam got out. Joan raised her head and saw him staring straight at her. "Joan!" He shouted walking towards her. "Joan, can we talk?"

All right here's the next chapter. It's short but worth it I promise!

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