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Chapter Four: Nightmare

Sara:

Weeks passed by and I coughed up no more blood. The cast slowly transformed from awkward students researching a role to students that were modern day embodiments of a character. Teachers had resentfully started calling us by our new names, muttering under their breath that Mrs. Adams was taking things too far.

"Satine!" I turned, the name registering instantly as mine. "You dropped your…. You dropped…" The student blushed, his wide eyes taking in my eccentric (But totally Satine-style) dress. It was a vivid, floor sweeping red, cut low, but not low enough to irritate the teachers. My hair (dyed redder and highlighted with golden streaks) was pulled into a bun with a few strands hanging loose. My neck was adorned with a simple diamond heart (courtesy of Christian) and a diamond ring weighted heavily on the ring finger of my right hand.

"What did I drop?" I asked, raising a delicate eyebrow.

"Your earring…." The boy muttered, handing me the mate for my other earring.

"Thanks. I hadn't noticed." I had stuffed the earrings into my purse when my ears had started to throb; earrings were totally not for me. "What's your name?" I asked, carelessly dropping the earring into my slim black purse.

"Umm… My name is Nate." He ducked, hiding his flaming cheeks.

"Nice to meet you, Nate." I smiled at him and drifted away, feeling slightly dizzy and out of breath.

~*~

I tossed and turned in my bed that night. I had fainted in school today and had been restless ever since. When sleep finally claimed me, I fell into a dream.

I watched as the scene unfolded. I saw two figures on a large, comfortable looking couch. With a slight gasp I saw that one of them- the stunning female in faded jeans- was me. An older version of myself, but still me. And the person next to me, an arm wrapped around me lovingly, was Christopher.

"Which one do you like?" Older me asked sleepily, scooting closer to Chris.

"None of them." He answered. I stepped forward, wondering what they were staring at. I saw a large screen TV playing Top Model reruns and I smiled. This was a great show.

"Models are too stuck up for me. And the drama is just…" He continued.

"I couldn't have said it better." Older me smiled, resting her head on Chris's shoulder.

The scene shifted, and suddenly we were in their room. Sara was in the bathroom, brushing her teeth while Chris changed into PJ's.

Sara coughed, and I remembered my illness. How had I lived this long with TB?

"You alright, baby?" Chris asked, towel drying damp his damp hair.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I could see she wasn't though. She began to tremble and coughed again, violently. Blood came bubbling up and I stepped back, horrified. Chris barreled into the tiny bathroom and cradled Sara in his arms. I was rooted to the spot, my mind screaming a million different things at me. I started screaming then, rushing to the dream figures but staying carefully away from dream me.

"Wake up!" I shouted. "I need to wake up!" I beat up the dream figures, not processing what I was doing, aware only that I was watching myself die. The thought was unnerving, and not helping with the freak out factor. With shaky footsteps and teary eyes I backed away from the figures who continued to die/and watch Sara die without ever noticing me. My hand connected with the cool metal of the doorknob and I twisted it, concentrating on breathing slowly and evenly.

The door didn't open. I was locked it. "NO!" I shouted, collapsing on the ground. I tried to turn away but found Sara and Chris in front of me, Sara still in the process of dying. "No…" I repeated, softer this time.

Sara's red hair was plastered to her damp forehead, her eyes whirling until they found solace in Chris's eyes.

"I'm still here," He kept repeating, pain visible in his eyes. No tears had been shed, but they were visible beneath the surface, along with a tinge of resignation.

Sara mouthed words, a dribble of blood on the corner of her lips. I couldn't understand her, but I didn't want to. All I wanted to do was leave.

Christopher nodded, a small smile lighting his drawn features. I figured out what Sara had mouthed just as she shuddered and grew limp.

With a jolt I woke up, screaming Christopher's name and tears in my eyes. "No!" I shouted. I scrambled out of bed and stumbled to my mom's room. Without hesitation, even though I hadn't done this since I was a child, I slid in next to her, needing the warmth of my mother to comfort me. She wrapped a thin arm over me, as if sensing my fear and confusion.

Peace, dream Sara had mouthed. Peace at long last.

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