Trapped Inside

PG-13 for violence/romance/language

Genre:: Drama/Angst/Romance

Italics Thoughts

Bold Italics Dreams

"Regular text" Dialogue

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Disclaimer:: I'm in a really bad writer's block right now, so if this chapter sucks, it's not my fault.

Blackness. That's all he could see, hear, feel. Nothing was right, nor was anything wrong. Everything was acutely accurate to one's surroundings. Swirling images passed by. Images of corpses, evidence, his mom, Sara. Images of his co-workers, his friends. Images of when he was on roller coasters, when he had been under intense stress. Images that wouldn't go away. Images that were haunting his thoughts, his everything. Blackness surrounding him. Muffled voice floated in and out of his thoughts, hearing fragments of what people were saying, but just as he tried to grasp onto what they were saying, he would slip back into blackness.

What are they saying? Something about surgery? What about surgery? What's going on? Where am I? People asking me questions....can't understand.....going under.....blackness......

Five days this went on. Doctors going in and out of the hospital room, checking on the sleeping man, checking to see if he would wake. Again and again, people in, people out. Like a never-ending ferris wheel. Sara, who was getting better, would visit occasionally, but it wasn't the same. When he was there with Sara, she was always awake. But when she visits him, it's....not the same. It's like talking to someone who's dead. It's silent. It's a silence that cuts deeper than diamond. Catherine was still in her state of mind where she was trapped, just like the sleeping man.

On and on it went, people in, people out. Warrick, still in a coma, couldn't visit, even if he could, it would have been uncomfortable. It would be uncomfortable for anyone to be in that silent room. Nick, who visits Warrick and the sleeping man often, knows how it's like to be in a silent room with nothing but silence. It's deafening, frightening, and creepy.

"Sara, I can't do it anymore. It's weird being in a room with no talking, no movement, no anything. It's creepy. I can't visit him anymore." Nick said one day, visiting Sara in her hospital room while eating lunch with her.

"I know it's hard, but we have to give him our support. I mean, he was there for us when we were in the hospital. It's just nice to do the same for him. But I know what you're saying. It is creepy to be by yourself in that room. It's really quiet and solemn. It's creepy." Sara said, eating her applesauce carefully.

"I'll visit him next week okay? You visit him this week. I need a break from all that silence." Nick said, getting up and dumping the food he didn't eat. "I'll see you later, okay?" Nick asked, getting his jacket and walking towards the door.

"Okay. See ya, Nicky." Sara said, waving good-bye. Getting up gingerly, Sara walked over to the trash can to dump her food. Walking carefully over to the sleeping man's door, she sighed and opened the door, letting the silence waft over her.

"Are you my daddy?" a little girl asked, walking over to the confused man.

"No. Have you lost him?" he asked, walking over to her, and seeing the scars on her face and arms.

"Yes. But I don't want to see him." She said, walking even closer to him. "Do you know what I want to do to him?" she whispered to him.

"No. What do you want to do to him?" he asked, bending lower so that they were eye level.

"I want to kill him." She said, pulling out a knife and stabbing it though the stunned man. Suddenly, he found himself in a dark alley, running, hearing barking behind him, running from the barking.

The barking was soon followed by drum beats, one, two, one, two, one, two. Repetitive. Recurring. Continuous. Running down the long alley, the never ending alley. The barking becoming louder and more rhythmic and in time. His footsteps keeping time with the drum beats and barking. Suddenly there was dead end. Stopping and turning around, the dog jumped.

Finding himself in a white, empty room, he cleared his mind of the dog and the thoughts of Sara. Looking at his surroundings, he assumed that this was like an asylum type scenario. Upon finding someone else in the room shocked him.

"Hello. Who are you?" he asked, turning to the person, her hair falling in her face.

"I'm your conscience. Do you know where you are?" she asked, lifting her head. Her bright, violet eyes penetrated throughout his soul and entire body.

"I'm in my head." He said, walking closer to the girl.

"Good. At least you're not completely incapacitated. Do you know who loves you?" the girl asked, reaching out her hand to him.

"Yes. Sara loves me." He said, thinking long and hard.

"Good. You can wake up anytime now." She said, kissing him on the cheek.

"Wait....who are you suppose to represent?" he asked, grabbing her arm to keep her from going away.

"I represent the thing you love the most." She said, smiling and releasing herself from his grip and walking away. "Go on and be with the one you love. Wake up." She said, disappearing in a puff of smoke.

"Oh, my God! He's waking up!" Sara screamed, as she walked into the door, seeing his eyelids flutter slightly. Doctors came in as Grissom went in to a series of spasm attacks.

"No.....Kevin.....killer....stop.......thing......I.......love......"he spluttered, shaking all over.

TBC

Okay, I'm going to try and wrap this story up in about three or four more chapters so hang in there with me please. It's getting more difficult for me to post since I have piano practice, school, basketball practice, homework and everything else in my life. So please R&R since it gives me a sense of accomplishment when ya'll review. It makes me want to post when I get so many reviews from ya'll that tell me what a great job I'm doing. So thanks for all the supportive reviews! I'll try to post as soon as possible. THANKS!