Okay, I'm sick of Coma's so…Katey's all good and it is the afternoon after the whole François-in-the-hospital-room bit.
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"Katey, what the heck is going on? Your mom and dad didn't say anything and neither did the nurses…" Clair said first thing when she entered the room, leading all of my friends.
I waited until they sat down before I answered.
"You guys…something seriously bad is going on." I said, and Zach scoffed.
"What, Jack Sparrow come back to life here?"
"Shut up, Zach." I said curtly, and the grin on his face disappeared. Everyone else looked at each other curiously.
"Katey…what happened that's got you so…" Jenny asked, and I interrupted her.
"He's back." I whispered, fear overruling me at just the mention of the 'he.'
"Who is?" Asked Clair gently, kneeling next to me.
I looked past them and to the corner where François had appeared.
"François. He's alive…here and now." I said, now sounding a bit numb.
Silence filled the room, broken only by the stupid machines.
"You mean…that guy you…" Kurt asked at last.
I nodded, and a few of the girls said 'oh my god…'
"How do you know this?" asked Brad, looking around the room as though he might be hiding in some corner.
"I…I woke up last night, expecting to see you guys…and instead he came out of that corner." I said, pointing to the corner I was staring at.
"He told me how that he had managed to stay alive because he had gone back to Paris right as I cut him, so he wouldn't have died. And he…he…" I broke down, unable to tell them how he had tried to have sex with me.
Clair put her arms around me, trying to hug me, but I pushed them away, afraid at even my best friend touching me. Since last night I wouldn't let anyone get too near me, strangely scared that they would try and do what François had tried.
"What did he do?" asked Ethan, speaking to me for the first time in what seemed like forever, but I shook my head. I couldn't tell them…I just couldn't. That would lead to the same thing that had happened before: someone dying and François not.
"I can't tell you…I'm already a big enough problem already…I'm a terrible friend, making you guys always have to deal with me trying to be murdered or raped or whatever by freaks from fictional places…oh God…"I said at last, wishing that I could just be alone to deal with everything myself.
I didn't want to keep being such a burden on everyone, what with my stupid fantasies…obvious signs of taking drugs…even if I couldn't remember taking them. Maybe that was part of it. They made you so messed up that you couldn't remember if you took them or not.
"I just…need to be alone. Okay?" I said, straightening up and wiping my eyes. "I'll call you guys next time, alright?"
From the corner of my eye I could tell they were confused as to why they were being dismissed so soon after I had so urgently called them in.
But their curiosity would have to go unquenched, because, as I had figured before, didn't need friends.
Only it wasn't the same. Even if I really needed them, I couldn't have them. My very existence was enough to put them all in danger, especially by François and whatever other demons he might bring with him.
Until the day I died I would be stalked by the madman who wanted not only to own my body, but who wanted me dead, and would most likely do anything to make sure I died.
I grabbed a piece of paper and pen from the nightstand and started writing.
Dear…whoever reads this, whether you might be a nurse, my friends or my family, or even old what's his face who hates me. You know who you are.
I don't want to drop to the stereotype of being vain, but I'm just going to figure that you guys are a little worried about me, or at least wondering where I ran off to after just recovering from a coma inflicted by two idiots who weren't willing to just go and get a job.
I just wanted to say that I'm going to miss you all too and to tell you not to look for me. So don't call the FBI or the cops or navy seals because I obviously don't want to be found.
I haven't been kidnapped and I most certainly am not running away with some dude to get married in Utah (although why would you ever come up with that conclusion? I thought you knew me better…)
I've decided that I think it's time for me to make it on my own, what with me being such a problem child and all. I mean really, this is my, what, fourth coma? The only way that I could stay would be to be entered in the Guinness Book of World Records for most comas' or something.
Anyhow, just thought you should know that I love you all, except old what's his face who hates me and knows who he is.
-Katey
P.S. If anyone touches my Wicked stuff you're dead.
I set it back down on the table, and un-hooked all of my IV's, wincing at the feeling of needles coming out of my skin.
I stood up, ignoring the blood rushing to my head, and leaned over, neatening the sheets, putting the note on my pillow.
My clothes were hanging up in the closet, and I quickly changed, feeling pain every time I moved my head.
I opened my door cautiously, and slipped out, pretending to be just a visitor.
No one really gave me a second glance, and I made it out of the hospital without anyone stopping me. It was almost creepy how smoothly my plan was working.
I walked away from the hospital, beginning the mile long walk back home.
The walk was invigorating, and it felt good to be away from lying in some uncomfortable hospital bed…and so I made it home in no time.
I had the house key in my pocket, and so I let myself inside, glad that mom and dad were both working.
The house was so quiet that it made me uneasy. It was like I was expecting François to just jump out of no where.
To break the silence I sang out a part of The Unsinkable Molly Brown.
"I'm gonna learn to read and write! I'm gonna…see what there is to see! So if you're goin' nowhere on the road to somewhere and you meet anybody you know it's me! I'm gonna move from place to place, and find the house with a, golden stair…and if the house is red…and has a big brass bed..." I was cut off by someone laughing.
I whirled around, and immediately my face blanched.
"Nice to see you haven't lost your voice." He said, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall.
"You know I'm too good to ever loose my wonderful talent." I said through gritted teeth.
"Oh, of course not, lovely." He said, walking slowly toward me.
I glanced over to the kitchen, which was only a few feet away.
He followed my gaze, but by the time he lunged at me, I had already skidded inside, grappling for the knifes.
"Oh no you don't!" He shouted, tackling me at the waist.
I kicked and squirmed, getting free by pushing his chest with my foot. He toppled over and skidded to a stop at the fridge, but by the time I righted myself and reached for the drawer, he had grabbed my arm, twisting it painfully back prisoner style.
With a sudden idea forming in my head, I screamed 'uncle' and he let me loose.
At his lax grip I pulled my arm away, putting it around the back of his neck pulling him closer to me…and then I pressed my lips against his in another hot kiss.
He inched my back against the cabinets behind me until I was pressed against them.
From his neck I removed my arm, raising it upward to the drawer above my head.
It opened soundlessly, and I grabbed one of the knifes from inside.
With a firm grip I lowered my arm, raising it above the area on his back where his heart would be.
And then, without any warning at all, the front door opened, and François jerked his face away from him, blocking my view.
"You!" I heard a couple voices yell, and then I knew that the situation at hand had just gotten worse.
François leapt up, getting sliced by the short knife I had, and then began to run for the back door.
From where I was leaned against the cabinet I sprung up, attempting to tackle him, but it was too late; he had already disappeared behind the back door.
"Oh yeah, great timing you guys." I said sarcastically from the floor.
"It's not like we had any idea what was going on in there." Abby said, helping me up.
"Well…next time…peek through a window or something. I was this close to having killed him." I said, miming a centimeter.
"And how did you manage that without him catching on?" Asked Brad cynically.
"Anyone ever tell you that I was a great kisser?" I said, turning to put the knife away.
Behind me there was a mixed reaction. A few people burst out into laughter, and then a few were like "You did WHAT?"
I turned back to face them.
"Hey, it was either that or…well…I don't know what else; but it was working until you lot had to barge in, and now we've lost him." I said huffily, leaning against the counter.
"Well maybe we wouldn't've had to barge on in if you had stayed in the hospital." Christi said, crossing her arms.
I waved my hand dismissively. "I hate that place. I think I'm going to go gypsy and never trust doctors again…honestly, I'd be just fine if I was left to fix myself; those pain meds give you weirder dreams than Bynadryl." I added, remembering when I dreamed I was trapped in Lego Land.
"Yeah, well you freaked all the nurses out…it was only luck that we convinced them not to call your mom and dad." Zach said.
"You know, I'm beginning to wonder about that place…I mean, I just waltzed out of there and didn't get a second glance…" I said, raising an eyebrow.
Aaron opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a loud thump from upstairs…from my room.
"Oh goody…more trouble…" I said, and sprinted to the stairs, everyone following behind.
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"I don't go looking for trouble…trouble finds me."
-Harry Potter, Sorcerers Stone
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