Tossing and turning, the redheaded teenager slept restlessly in the middle of the night. Her casts were itching and her hair unwashed since a week, but she was not scratching all over; she was dreaming of a past nightmare in waking.
She dreamt of her school years before Shego..
Kim was walking in the corridor with her best (and only) friend Ron on while on the way to her chemistry class, accompanying him on his way to physics. Kim was moderately annoyed at her friend.
"I just don't understand what's so fun about watching a big, sweaty man trying to fight an even bigger and even greasier monster truck."
Ron sighed and patted Kim on her shoulder, "KP, you have to see beyond the sweatiness and the greasiness," Kim wrinkled her nose, "and see the deep, philosophical aspects."
"You looked those words up after our last argument, right?"
"Yup." Ron grinned and gave his pet mole rat a high five.
"Lookup!" The rat squeaked (sorry, naked mole rat) and hopped up and down in his pocket.
They turned a corner in the corridor, and Ron dashed through a closing door just in time for his class. Kim had to walk three more doors down the same hallway before she could get to class.
Suddenly all chatter from all other students around her got quiet and hushed. She really did not need to look behind her to see what stood behind her.
She sighed. "Hi, Bonnie."
A disgustingly sweet voice wormed its way into her ear and festered there, "Why hi there Kimmie. Where are you going now?"
Kim sighed and turned her head to answer, "I'm going to my chemistry class, it starts in two minutes."
Bonnie smirked and nodded at Kim, "Okay, Kimmie, I guess we'll see each other after school then."
Kim cringed and walked away into class quickly. She tried not to think about Bonnie for the rest of the day. Considering she kept bumping into her and spilling her food onto Kim's book bag in lunch, it was kind of hard to do.
Here, the dream took a sharp turn, almost waking her and instead she felt like shooting by a lot of scenes.
All the scenes were of her being bullied by the Queens, and every push, every shove and every fight hurt like a cut in her soul and mind. She stopped at a few scenes longer than most, and it was if the scenes were more violent than others or if Ron was there to help her. Then she started seeing more recent scenes, like when Shego talked to her, and when Shego pulled her away from the Queens outside the video shop.
Kim snorted in her sleep, almost waking up when she dreamt of Shego's reaction to watching the documentary/biography of the founder of the Bueno Nacho food chain.
Then she went back to the quickly passing scenes of bullying, and now they appeared at random, ranging all the way from when she first started high school to when she threw the cup at Shego in the hospital.
Shego.
Kim was surprised in her sleep at the jab in her chest. She felt honestly ashamed of throwing that cup. She felt as if she had yelled at Ron.
She felt that she had been unjust to a friend.
She could not linger at this as the dream started becoming more and more random, bringing back a weird dream from the hospital where war raged, and back to a night out with Shego, and all of a sudden something started flashing by.
Suddenly she stopped in darkness, and something floated in front of her. It was a number, she was sure of it. But what number? It came into more focus and she saw it. It was the number "older". Kim smacked herself in the head; of course, older comes right after…
"No it doesn't." Kim said out loud, rousing herself from her dream. She glared at a poster of a metal artist at the wall across from her bed and spoke up. "Older is a word." And then she stopped and started thinking. It was obvious to her that her mind was telling her things, but she would not listen.
She groaned and gripped her head, she was staring to get a headache and her casts were itching like hell, it was just a month and a half left until she could remove them and go to just bandages. Cool, clean bandages…
Her head was too smart for her own good, and if she ever wanted to sleep again; she would have to find out what old meant.
She would have to ask Wendy.