Disclaimer: (hey, I haven't done one of these in a while), I don't own most of these characters. They belong to disney.
A/N: I guess before you read this, in order to avoid confusion, I should tell you that the first part of this chapter takes place in Chelsea's mind while she's in a coma. Now on to the story
"She hates you", the familiar voice said. It followed her everywhere she went, never failing to upset her."They all do!"
Chelsea ran down the corridor of her aunt's house as fast as she could. She was moving so fast that everything around her was a blur. She tried her best to stay on her feet, but stumbled to her knees as she tried to open the first door that she could. She burst through it and found herself looking around, wide-eyed, wondering how on earth she ended up there.
"The grocery store?" she asked herself. Confused and worried, Chelsea paced the isles, wondering what was going on."How did I get here?" Her worried pacing eventually turned into mindless walking, which, after some time, brought her to the produce isle. She stopped, for a moment, in excitement when she saw two familiar faces, one of which especially made her jump for joy. "Mom," she called out. A broken hearted woman stood in front of Mrs. Baxter, who covered her mouth in shock, realizing what she had done.
"Our daughters are what?" Mrs. Daniels asked, thought she knew she heard well.
'Maybe she'll take me back,' Chelsea thought to herself as she gravitated toward her mother. "Mom," she said, but she didn't hear her. Chelsea repeated herself. Once Twice. It was as if she wasn't even there.
Mrs. Daniels dropped her shopping basket on the floor and covered her dropped jaw with her hands as she began to sob.
"Mom, please don't cry," Chelsea said. She put an arm on her shoulder, but it was never acknowledged.
"Let me explain," Mrs. Baxter said to the weeping girl. Mrs. Daniels cut her off before she could get another word in, though.
"She's dead to me," she said without looking up, in a voice so flat, it was almost as if she was dead herself.
Chelsea let go of her mother's shoulder at that point. "You don't mean that," she said at the same time as Mrs. Baxter. She was once again unnoticed.
"I have no daughter!"
Chelsea looked like she didn't know whether to cry or pinch herself in the hopes that this was all just a nightmare. Instead, she did the only thing her body could have done at that moment. She ran. Faster than ever before, right out through the grocery doors. She fell to the ground to catch her breath. Chelsea lifted her head up with a sigh. "Not again," she said, looking around at the sudden change. It was night time now, and she was nowhere near the grocery store she was so quick to leave. This time, she found herself in Raven's backyard. It was decorated in melted and burnt out candles. Dead red rose pedals led to the gazebo, where flies had taken over two rotting plates of untouched dinner.
"This is where it happened," Chelsea said, recalling the events of that night. The moment those two dreadful words, it's over, escaped Raven's lips. "This is where I died."
And suddenly, she could hear it. See it. Those words. That look of complete and total disgust. She saw herself, ashamed, staring at the ground as Raven broke up with her again. It's over. It's over. It's over! Like a broken record getting louder and clearer every time.
"Please, don't do this," Chelsea said, almost too choked up to even form the words. It was pointless and she knew it. It had finally sunken in that she couldn't be seen or heard. She didn't exist to her—to anyone.
The other Chelsea slowly trudged towards the house. Raven stood there for a moment, wiping the tears from her eyes. "I hate her," she said. "I hate you, Chelsea!"
She looked up. "You can see me?" she asked, surprised.
"Unfortunately, I can."
"Raven, I'm sorry. You have to understand..."
"What I understand is that my life would have been so much better if you never cheated on me..." Raven said as she slapped Chelsea across the face. Chelsea backed away so that she couldn't get at her, but Raven just followed and continued talking. "...If I never went out with you..." She slapped her again. "...If I never met you!" Before Chelsea could step back, Raven grabbed her neck with both hands and shook it with fury. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! I wish you would have just taken your stupid love and given it to him in the first place!" Raven yelled as Chelsea's face went purple.
That's when the voice came back.
"She hates you. I told you she did!"
"W...who are you?" Chelsea struggled to say. Raven's grip was too tight. Before she could get an answer, she dropped to the ground and what looked like a see-through copy of herself emerged from her limp body.
"I'm you," said the source of the voice.
Just then the ground began to tremble. The whole world did, as something that felt even stronger than an earthquake began.
And then it all came crashing down...
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Chelsea's eyes began to open. Right beside her was Raven, who was contemplating calling someone.
'In a minute,' she decided. Raven could faintly hear her heart beating in her chest. It was so unexpected. After a two and a half months of unconsciousness, she was starting to think that she would never come out of it. There was so much to talk about, she didn't know where to begin at first. 'It's been long enough. I think the relationship would be a nice start,' Raven thought.
"Hey, Chels," she started. Chelsea didn't answer. She just decided to continue. "Look, a lot has changed. I realized that I was wrong and I really don't want loose you. You're the best thing to ever happen to me and, well..." she put a hand on Chelsea's, "I want to get back together," she finished with a warm smile.
Chelsea's hand trembled. Touching her reminded her of the horror story that had just played in her mind. Chelsea shook her head. "No," she said, weakly.
"What?" Raven was positive she heard wrong. She had to.
"I don't want that, Raven. I don't want you anymore."
A/N: And just when you thought they were out of the woods... Yeah, I would have updated sooner, but I kind of began to cringe at the idea of updating anything. Since I lost Microsoft Word, writing hasn't been the best experience. Anyways, I hope you all liked this chapter. I know it was different and everything, but it's 5:56 am right now, I just pulled an all-nighter, because I had nothing better to do with my time and even though it's not my best, it definitely took the most amount of time (I actually wrote this down on paper first this time), so don't forget to review.