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Lucid

I gently took the picture from his hand. "My Fabian would've believed me." I said, quietly. I walked away, leaving him staring after me. I didn't bother looking back. I could hear him following me, a few meters away.

It took us a while to get to school. When we arrived, the teacher in the Main Office eyed us. "Where have you two been?" He said, accusingly. None of us answered. "Detention. Both of you. Saturday." He said. He wrote us up. I realized it was halfway through lunch. I wondered how far we went, how long I cried. I didn't feel like eating, so I went straight to my next class.

The room was empty. I took my seat. I hid my face in my hands and cried again. The only person I knew I could trust didn't even believe me. I was starting to doubt myself. Maybe I was crazy...

A hand touched my shoulder. I looked up. It was Fabian. "I'm sorry." He said. I wiped off my tears.

"You didn't do anything." I told him, my voice rough. Which was the problem, I thought to myself. He pulled a seat closer to me and sat down.

"Look. I don't think you're crazy. Seriously. I just think you're confused. I mean, what you're saying is quite impossible. It also doesn't make sense, I see you all the time. How can you just come here? I think you had a traumatic nightmare, and you think it's true. You-" He was rambling on, explaining himself.

"No." I cut him off. "What I said is the truth. You don't need to feel guilty or say anything. I'm not asking you to believe me."

"But I-" He started, but I raised my hand, telling him to stop. The bell rang. The teacher and students came in.

At History, I still sat next to Fabain, but we didn't speak. I could see him look at me every few minutes, but I kept my head down. I wasn't paying attention, but Mr. Winkler didn't call on me. He must see I looked too terrible to listen, so he ignored me.

When I got home, I found Mom in the living room, reading a magazine. "Hey, baby. How was school? Are you hungry?" She asked.

"Mom, I feel horrible. Can I sleep now?" I requested.

She stood up and felt my forehead. "Well, you don't feel hot. Maybe you're just exhausted. Okay. You can sleep. Do you need anything? Soup? Medicine?" She asked. I said no and left for my room.

I tried to think of a ways to communicate with the 'real' world. I decided I would try to talk, or at least move a muscle, but I wrote on my wrist, just in case. I also wrote on a piece of paper, crumpled it up, and held it in my hand, hoping my comatose self would be holding it as well...

I was now in my room. The room I shared with Amber. Our desks were pushed back, and beeping machines replaced it. I wondered why they moved me. I was still in a coma after all. Fabian was beside me, still holding my hand. I smiled to myself. Now there was my Fabian. His head lay at my side. He was sleeping.

The door opened. I could faintly see Amber walk in. She tried to wake Fabian. "Fabes. Fabian, wake up. You need to eat."

"Not hungry." He mumbled.

Amber sighed. "I know you're worried about Nina, we all are, but you need your energy." She said as she walked around, and sat on the other side of the bed. She held my hand, too. "Eat. I'll watch Nina." Fabian didn't move. Amber groaned. "What if Nina woke up and finds you dead of hunger?" She asked, annoyed but concerned. Fabian's head shot up and glared at Amber. I wanted to tell them to stop, tell Fabian to eat. I tried to speak. I tried really hard, but nothing happened. I sighed in my head.

"Whatever." Amber said, giving up. She turned to me. "Hey, Nins. What's up? I bet you could hear me right now. The doctor said to us you can." She told my cheerfully. Usual Amber. "Look at Fabian over here, trying to be a martyr. Promise, you'd scold him when you wake up. He's giving us a hard time, like that would help." Fabian rolled his eyes at her. Amber continued, "Remember, when I told you about the time..." She trailed of as she felt the paper in my hand. "Hey, what's this?" She took it out and tossed it to the corner. I groaned in irritation. Fabian's eyes followed where it went, curious.

"What was that, Amber?" He asked.

"Nothing. Just a piece of trash in Nina's hand. I wonder why the doctors didn't take it out." She said shrugging. Amber!, I thought.

Fabian's brows furrowed. "But why would she..." He trailed of as he studied my hand. He gasped upon seeing my note.

"What?" Amber asked.

"Something's written on her hand!" He told her. "Fabian, help me?" He read, slowly, thinking.

"Why didn't Trudy wash that off?" Amber asked, incredulously.

"Cause it was never there..." Fabian said, quietly, as realization dawn on him. "Amber, I don't think that was trash." He said to her. He got up, reluctantly letting go of my hand, and went over to find it. He opened it up. "Oh my..." He said.

"What's wrong?" Amber asked. He walked to her and showed her the paper.

"Fabian, Amber, Patricia, everyone, anyone... I can hear you but I can't do anything. Go home, get my special box, and look at my diary. There seems to be a connection. Something wrong is going on, but I can't explain it. I don't know what. I need your help. Please, please... I wanna get out of this place. Nina." Fabian read.

They looked at each other, wide eyed, then to me. They gasped.