Okay... this chapter is number 3 in the 4 big ones. So... read, review,and be merry, all that fun stuff...
I think I'll be updating this every second day until it's done, and on the days in between I'll be updating my re-write of The Story of Riley Cade (I don't know why I could't just leave it...) So that's a lot of updating for me. Thank God I don't have anything else to do.
Also, I apologize for when mywordsallruntogether. I just type too fast sometimes.
This chapter was an experience to write, but I feel bad for what I put Naomi through. Maybe become graphic. I don't know yet...
"Naomi, I'm really sorry," Star was saying, and I wasn't sure why it was hard to understand her. I thought, at the time, maybe I was in shock or something, but now I think I was just worn out, and cold from wandering the streets, "How long were you out there?"
"I dunno," I murmured, leaning my head back against the soft couch. I felt warm and sleepy... and pleasantly numb...
"Okay... do you want something to drink? Or eat? Anything?"
"A drink'd be nice." I closed my eyes, sighing contentedly. Star was so nice...
"Alright." She sounded worried.
"Star?"
"Yeah?"
"What's wrong? You sounded scared."
"Nothing, I'm just... you might be sick or something, and I don't really know what to do for a sick person... does hot chocolate sound good?"
"It sounds great."
A few minutes later, she returned and handed me a mug, and took a seat, watching me anxiously.
"I'm alright, you know," I said, smiling as I took the mug, "I'm not gonna pass out..." Drinking eagerly, I stopped suddenly, setting the cup down.
"What is it?" She asked, jumping forwards, "Are you alright? Can you see me? Naomi, answer me!"
"I'm fine, Star, I'm just frozen to the bone, and this is really hot. I shouldn't have taken that much."
"Oh," She said, sighing with relief, "That's okay, then."
I finished off the cup, and leaned back. I felt warm and sleepy... the room was getting darker...
I'm falling asleep, I thought, amused, right on Star's couch.
I laughed aloud. Hey, that was pretty funny.
"Naomi, I'm sorry," She burst out, her face now a picture of worry.
"Nothing's wrong," I muttered, "The room's just getting dark. Dark... red... and... blue... and... Oh God, Star, something's wrong!"
"I'm sorry, Sandy told me that you'd need it!"
"Need what?" I was having difficulty talking. Star jumped up and left the room, looking ready to cry. I didn't bother to follow...
I sat on the floor in her living room fora long time. At least, it seemed like it. I was brought back to whatever conciousness I had by a strange feeling in my chest... my throat was constricting tightly, and I remembered the day that the hospital called to say that Grampy had died. That horrible anxiety waiting for Mom to get off the phone and tell me why she was crying.
Only worse. Something was going on... I was so nervous, and scared, and I tried to get up and get Star, but I only gota few feet before I fell hard on the ground.
"Star!" I screamed, but sound wasn't coming out...
Glory, I thought, my mouth's gone! I began to panic, beating on the floor with my fists, and I probably would have kicked, too, if I had been able to find my feet... wait... Are my feet gone? With my mouth?
I tried to push myself away from the floor, I didn't want to touch it. I didn't want to lie down, or sit up, or see the room, but when I closed my eyes, I saw all sorts of weird things. I didn't want to see, hear, feel, or listen. I didn't want to think. I didn't want to move. I didn't want to... anything.
"I don't want to..." I muttered, and then, realizing my mouth had come back from wherever it went... probably with my feet, and they were getting high with Star, because I couldn't find any of them either, I began to scream.
"I DON'T WANT TO! I DON'T WANT TO!" Over and over and over, flailing my arms, and trying desperately not to.
I got up, and tried to get away, but I couldn't see anything. I was crying something awful, and my face was drenched in tears...There were things in front of me, and they were chasing me. Monsters, I realized, the extreme anxiety exploding in my head again, and turned away to run. I didn't get very far, though, before I hit my head on something, I think it was one of the moons, and fell down.
My feet probably had to go again, I thought, feeling my head. Maybe there was a moon there. Maybe my feet were in there. Yeah, my feet were in there, getting stoned with Star. That's why I felt so funny. I felt something warm and wet on my hand... blood?
"Naomi!" A voice yelled, but I didn't know where from. I tried to see it, but nothing happened.
Then, everything went away... the moons, the monsters, and all the screaming faces. The lights and colors were still spinning.I lost any happiness I just had... and felt scared, andnervous. I started to cry again, curling up in a ball.
"Make it stop..." I cried into my knees, "Grampy, please, make it go away..." I had to get out of my body. It was the only way. I began to claw at my arms, but it wasn't helping. I kept scratching myself, pushing away the insistant hands that were trying to stop me.
It's one of the monsters, I thought in anger, trying to keep me in pain...
I only scratched harder, until I felt blood on my fingers. I couldn't feel the scratches, though.
"Help me!" I screamed, "Star, where the fuck did you go? I need out!" I threw myself around, in a tantrum like way, until I hit extremely hard into something. I felt something strange going on in my arm, and stopped.
I lay there on the floor for a few years. It wasn't hard to lay there, but I was so scared, and every time I tried to escape, I ended up bleeding again. There must have been another way, but the faces thought it was funny when I was in pain, and they didn't help me.
Then, two hands grabbed me.
"No, not anymore," I pleaded, because I knew that it was another monster. It felt like girl hands, so it was a girl monster. I knew it was going to make my brain cells pop again. I hadn't liked that... it had hurt when they were making my brain cells pop...
"Please, Grampy..." I cried, "Mama... Hannah..."
"Holy shit," a voice said, and I knew it... but I couldn't remember who's it was.
"What did you give her?" I knew that voice.
"Ash?"I asked, her face almost coming into view. She was starting to cry. Someone was holding onto me.
"It's okay, Mimi," she said, using Grampy's pet name for me, "You'll be alright."
"No, I won't," I insisted, "I need to get out of my body..."
"Star, what the hell did you give her?" the voice that was lifting me off the ground asked her.
"Soda?" I asked, uncertainly.
"Yeah, I'm here."
"Let go." I pushed weakly against him, but my arms weren't answering.
"No. You need help."
"I need Grampy."
"Star, we need you to tell us."
I couldn't see Star, but I could hear her crying. I was crying, too. Or was that just blood?
"Sandy told me... told me that after you decided you couldn't be with Naomi, she'd come to me. I should give her something to take that would make it feel better. She said that Naomi couldn't know, or she wouldn't take it."
"What was it?"
Star shook her head.
"She'll get in trouble," snarled Ashley, "Fine. The hospital will tell us, and then you'll be in trouble anyway."
I might have said something, but the faces came back. They were rotting, and laughing. They poked my lungs, and I couldn't breathe. I started to scream again, and kick my feet.
"Look!" Ashley yelled, pushing Star towards where I was screaming and convulsing as Sodapop tried deperately not to drop me, "Look what you've done to her! Come on, Soda, we have to get her to the hospital.
The car ride was horrible. Ashley drove, andI later learned that, while they had been running against Sandy, they'd decided to take her mom's car.
"It's alright, Naomi..." Ashley would say over her shoulder, but I knew it wasn't. My head was going to explode, there was too much light and color and sound...
Sodapop's POV
The second I'd gotten in that room with Ashley, I know that we were both expecting the worse, whatever that might be. But neither of us were prepared to see what we saw.
I always thought Naomi was like an angel... she had a beautiful singing voice, and her blonde curls and fair skin only added to that. So to walk into that room and see that sight... I thought I was going to be sick.
My first thought was, someone's hurt her. Someone's hurt this... this perfect angel. But looking around, something even worse became obvious.
She's done this to herself.
There was a picture thrown off the wall, anda mirror that looked like someone had punched it. And there was blood spots at various places on the carpet.
Ashley sounded like she was going to throw up, and I told her to go find Star. They came back a few minutes later.
I'd gone over to Naomi, and rolled her over. She was twitching, a bit, but seemed unconcious, except for the occasional muttering.
Her appearance was heartbreaking. The worst look of pain and fear on her face, and her eyes were wide open, a brilliant yellow ring around her pupils that were dilated as much as they could go. Her
She was covered in streaks of blood. It looked like she'd scratched her face, and arms... Oh God, her arm. She must have dislocated it, or sprained it, or broken it, or... something...
"Ashley," I yelled, realizing how paniced I sounded, "Get me a cloth! Or something wet!"
A minute later, I had a wet cloth in my hand. Star and Ashley were both crying, so I told them to leave the room for now.
Poor Angel... I found myself thinking subconciously, And if she's okay after this... she really is an angel...
After I cleaned off a bit of her face - she was still mumbling about colors and lights - I could see there was a gash on her forehead, and several scratches down her cheeks. Her arms were similar, but worse. Her knuckles... she had obviously smashed that mirror with her bare hands.
"We need to try and get her concious," Ashley said, panicing, "Naomi!" She grasped the scratched arms carefully, and gasped slightly when she saw that the newly cleaned cuts were starting to bleed again.
"No, not any more..." She whispered, "Please, Grampy... Mama... Hannah.."
"Holy shit," I muttered. Something was wrong. Something was really, really messed up here. Brushing a bloody blonde curl away from her face, I picked Naomi up off the ground. She was crying, now, and the gash on her head was bleeding again. I didn't care that I got her blood and tears on my shirt. It was the blood and tears of an angel, after all...
Naomi's POV
I'd kicked and screamed and done everything in my power against the doctors. They were only going to hurt me again...
But as soon as I'd gotten in, felt like someone was pouring ice water over my brain. I felt calm, and relaxed. My arm was really hurting where I'd hit it, and the scratches and cuts where stinging, but right then, the relief was the best feeling in the world.
"What is it?" One whispered to the other.
"We need to look at these cuts. Write this down... she's responsive... hell, yes..." He rubbed his side where I'd kneed him as he tried to hold me down (They'd been giving me needles for something, but I hadn't wanted them.) "Broken elbow, severel scratches, one large gash, and her knuckles need to be cleaned out. A decent amount of Lysergic Acid Diathylamide in her system, we'll question her about it later."
My blood ran cold. Lysergic Acid Diathylamide. LSD... Acid... Is that what Star put in my drink? I was too scared to try and remember what had gone on that evening, but I didn't find it too difficult to believe that Star may have slipped something. It explained how she was acting before the whole thing.
I wanted to stay awake, because I was afraid of what I might dream after that trip, but I fell asleep before I could try to stay awake. Blame it on the medication, I guess.
This is an edit, on... August 2. Just saying that there will be approximately ten chapters left... and my Stats tell me that I've gotten hits, but no one's reviewed... funny, that.
Even just put 'meh' in your review, just so I know someone read it.