26. Larc's Dream
((Rated 'G' for being dumb. There's a bit of "violence" though. I suppose. Pushing, shoving. Not horrible gory violence.))
Needing another chapter, Skye decided to write aboutLarc's dream… A strange dream has Larc both frightened and confused. WARNING: Short chapter ahead!
Larc suddenly found herself on set. The curtain ruffled beside her, and she was in full costume. Patrick stood above her. "Patrick!" she cried, standing. Patrick didn't answer, just… glared at her, turning away.
She suddenly began reciting her lines: "Raoul, I'm frightened. Don't make me do this!" Tears actually came to her eyes. The play did scare her. The voice had said that he would help her, and she reckoned that he wasn't going to just sit back and watch. Larc choked out, "It scares me…" Patrick suddenly spun around and pushed her off the stage. She was falling, falling through darkness…
Suddenly there was a huge splash, and Larc was underwater. It was murky and green. Panicked, Larc searched for the top. There was no light, just murky green water. There wasn't a top or a bottom or a side. She swam in circles, searching frantically. She couldn't hold her breath for much longer, she was going to die, she was going to drown! Suddenly, someone grabbed her around the waist and pulled her up. Coughing, Larc looked to see who it was. It was Gerard, with Alex and Vanessa behind him.
"Gerard! Thank God you're here – something is wrong with Patrick!" No one replied, just looked at her. Everything started spinning, and Larc put one hand on the ground, the other to her head, trying to steady herself. The ground dissipated from beneath her, and the room kept whirling. "Choose quickly." Larc gasped and closed her eyes. It was the voice! "Either way, the pain will be on your shoulders…" She heard a female voice calling, "It was real! Don't you see? You don't believe me! Please! The play was real!"
Gasping, Larc sat up. Vanessa groaned and also sat up. From the ground she asked, "What is it?" Larc shook her head, drying herself of the last specks of vertigo. "A dream…" she murmured, looking around. Her hair still seemed to cling to her neck from the plunge. Larc touched her neck and realized it was wet. She was sweating. "Do tell," said Vanessa, settling back into the blanket cocoon that she had wrapped herself in. Larc shook her head, although she knew Vanessa couldn't see.
"No, Vanessa. I…" She quickly lied, "I don't remember it." Vanessa gave a quiet, "Mmm." Larc knew she wouldn't have actually listened anyway. After a couple moments, Larc got up and walked outside. Just into the hallway. Nothing special, just to sit in the light for a while.
"That was some dream. Probably one of the strangest I've had in a while," Larc murmured to herself. "And what did it mean, anyway? What was Patrick there for? And the play being real?" She paused. "Was that a sign? Holy snozzberries." Larc hit her head on her knee a few times. "I jinxed it. I jinxed it, I jinxed it, I jinxed it."
Suddenly, the dim light in the hallway made her sick. She stood and slowly approached her door again. But as she turned the doorknob, she found it was locked. She stood for a couple seconds, then banged her head on the door. "Vanessa!" she called. She hit her head on the door a few more times before a very sleepy blonde opened it. "What in the - ?" began Vanessa, but Larc just walked past her and plopped into her bed.
((Skye: "If anyone can tell me what snozzberries are from, I will shower them with candy! Ok, so it wasn't THAT short…"))