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-iCraveBat

"Shut up!" I pat the delivery boy on the back. My SkyStore shipment came! I was filled with joy, since I had placed to order last week. I loved SkyStore. LOVED! My lovely blender came! Why did I order a blender? I don't know, but it looked absolutely gorgeous in the catalog...

As I walked out to lunch, I saw Beck. He was getting his coffee, like he had said so. I hadn't even bothered to look at him anymore. There was a lot of tension, a lot of awkwardness and emptiness. I don't know why, but it didn't feel exactly- right - to talk to him.

"Hey, guess what I got?" I scrambled over to my friends' table, and smushed Robbie's lunch with my huge device.

"What'd you smush Robbie's lunch with?" Tori asked, curiously.

"This is my blender. His name is Biff, treat him with respect." I smiled, "I'm going to put him in his hotel!" I giggled, then walked along to the school parking lot, to put Biff in my car.

I strolled along, humming a song along the way. Someone dressed in all black climbed over the wall, carrying a bag of money. I pretended to be "Cat", I smiled and waved. "Hiiiiiii!"

The man looked at me, scoffed, and elbowed me in the stomach. I gasped for air, as I felt two tears fall down my face. Once I was bent over, he kneed me in my chin, and I swear I heard something crack. I stood up straight, unable to grasp everything that's happening.

As I stood up, I sobbed quietly. He punched me again, this time, right along my cheekbones. I fell backward to the ground as I was hopeless. Nobody was going to save me... Anyways, nobody saw, since the parking lot wasn't near the Asphalt Cafe, or Sikowitz's classroom: where everybody liked being. I layed there, knowing I was going to die. Nobody would see me in an amount of two or three hours.

I tried to get up after five minutes of bleeding externally, I got up for two seconds, and picked up Biff. He didn't break at all. Feeling lightheaded, I collapsed to the ground again, throwing Biff in the air, causing him to shatter once he hit the floor. The shards of glass fell to the floor, and some wedged into my skin. One shard scraped off quite a bit of skin, as I put pressure to the bleeding wound with the palm of my hand. I was going to die soon. I later then drifted to unconsciousness, as my eyelids began getting heavier... And heavier.

Suddenly, I heard someone say, "Cat? Cat! You gotta stay with me girl,"

I groaned, and closed my eyes completely, but I could still hear the voices. I just couldn't move.

"Cat! Cat! Wake up!" I tried my best to move, but I couldn't. I was too frail. Too weak.

"Somebody call for help!" Footsteps were pacing faster, and faster, until I couldn't hear them anymore. I couldn't hear anything anymore. Was I... dead?

"Where am I? What's going on?" I was in an empty room; nothing but white walls; white floors; white ceiling. "What's going on? Am I..?" I gulped before I could say anything else. "Dead?"

"No Cat, you are most definitely not dead. Far from it," The voice recalled.

"Who said that?" I was frightened, not because of the voice, but because I was alone.

"I'm your best friend."

"Huh?" I was confused. The voice echoed, then drifted away into silence. I heard footsteps coming toward me. They were inching ever so close to me, and once I felt them right behind me, I didn't breathe. I turned around slowly, then saw a man with combat boots, ripped jeans, a tank, and a flannel. "Beck? How the-? What the-?" I looked around, still confused.

"You are so strong Cat."

"Beck? What's going on? Why are we here?" I clung to his arm, whimpering.

"You are so strong Cat... So strong,"

"You said that already."

"That isn't just my second time saying it."

"What? I'm so confused." I let go of Beck's arm, then rubbed my temples. I kept chanting, "I'm under my bed... I'm under my bed.."

"Remember in first grade? When we first met?" His voice was loud, strong, and echoing throughout the room.

"Yeah, so?" I placed my hands on my head. "The pain!" I held on my head, compressing each side. The excruciating pain; the throbbing, the aching. "What's going on? Somebody answer me..."

"I said you were so strong, when you pushed that kid down the slide; the 100 pound kid."

"Yeah.." I tried to ignore the pain that's happening. "Beck. What's going on here?"

"Mere fantasy."

"So are you saying..."

"Yes, you're dreaming."

"That doesn't explain why I dreamt this up. I usually dream of daffodils and tulips, and a girl and a guy frolicing through them, hand in hand."

"Seems nice, but those are the dreams you have when you're not traumatized."

"I'm traumatized?.." The pain came back, my head throbbing even harder than before. "I feel like my brain is going to burst out of my head."

"You'll be OK, Cat. I promise,"

With that, his figure drifted away, as I woke up, sitting up straight. I felt a bead of sweat go down my temple. Why was I sweating? I was in a hospital bed, hooked to every single machine in the room. "What's this? Why am I here?" I stated, frightened.

"Oh good, you're awake," The doctor said calmly. "You'll be fine Caterina-"

"Cat."

"Yeah, right. Cat... You'll be fine Cat, just get some recovery here in the hospital for a few days. You are very lucky,"

"W-what do you mean?"

"You lost a lot of blood. Internally and externally. Your friends were there to help you." He pressed his pen to his clipboard.

"What's the matter with me?" I asked.

"Excuse me?"

"What are my injuries?"

"Nothing too major. Fractured arm, cheekbone, neck, and slight bruises and cuts around your body."

"That's not major?" I raised my eyebrows, as someone walked in.

"Knock-knock," They said. It was a lady dressed in pink. "Cat, honey, you have a visitor."

"Visitor?" I asked, confused. The doctor and nurse exited the room, as Beck came in, looking nervous.

"Cat!" He ran up to hug me, and kissed my forehead. "Are you okay?"

"Do I look okay to you?" I looked at myself up and down, covered in cuts and casts. I giggled, letting him know I wasn't being too serious.

He chuckled, "I just wanted to know how you feel,"
"How I feel? Define feel."

"Defi- What are you talking about?" He laughed, and looked at my face. I was serious. Did he mean physically, or how I felt about him?

"Well, physically? Or mentally? Or emotionally?"

"All of the above."

I rolled my eyes and smiled. "Physically? I feel terrible and I'm aching all over the place and I want to get the heck out of here. Mentally? I'm traumatized, Beck."

"Is that what the doctor told you?"

"No, that's what you told me." I was being serious.
"Cat, what are you talking about? I never told you that you were traumatized,"

"In my dream."

"That's in your dream, Cat. Not right now. This is real life,"

"Maybe, but I've been trying to live a dream."

"Cat, what are you talking about?"

"Well, half the time nobody even knows what I'm talking about." I looked down, and started to silently sob.

"I do," Beck lifted my chin up gently, and placed a strand of my velvet hair behind my ear. He whispered, "You're beautiful Cat." He held my face, the same way he did when we were doing alphabetical improv today in class.

I whispered back, "Even when I'm covered in cuts and casts?"

"Even then, you're still beautiful," He leaned in, and kissed me sweetly. Fireworks, exploding everywhere, wow. The connection we talked about in class today was real.

Once we pulled apart, I smiled at Beck. He smiled back. Everything was perfect, until, I saw Jade, silently crying to herself. I just kissed my best friend's boyfriend! Jade walked in, standing at the foot of my bed. "Beck, how could you do this to me?"

Beck looked at me for a plead for help, but I was speechless. "I-I Jade, I'm so sorry. It didn't mean anything!"

"Forget it," She stormed out crying.

"Beck..." I started to cry, tears forming in the corners of my eyes. "How could you say that it didn't mean anything? Right in front of me,"

"Cat..." He stared at me, like he had no choice.

"Just-just forget it." I looked down, and realized he was still standing there. "GO!" I yelled at him. If I wasn't stuck in this hospital bed I would have pushed him out myself.

"Cat, please. I'm sorry," He looked at me with a meaningful stare.

"Beck, I want you out of here, right now." I pointed to the door with my free arm. "Get out." My sadness was filled with anger, as he walked out the room, shaking his head.

Once he left, I layed my head on the elevated pillows, and drifted off, to a { not - so peaceful } sleep. I just hope tomorrow is going to be a better day.

ooooOoo. This is probably one of the worst things I've ever written in the history of things. But please stay on this series, there's better chapters along the way! Promise. :)

-iCraveBat

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