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Pain

"What?" My mind couldn't comprehend what had just happened. "I'm sorry, can you repeat that?"

Denny sighs and scoots a little farther from me. "I said that Chelsea has been dating Will ever since you went into that coma."

I blink my eyes once. Twice. Three times. Then I'm up off my bed and out of the room before Denny can stop me.

Mirabelle looks up from behind the counter as I pass, a surprised look on her face. She can't even get a word out before I'm out the door of the shop.

My feet trace the path towards Chelsea's farm. I had to know if this was true. It's not that I didn't trust Denny; I just wanted to hear the words from her mouth.

A couple people spot me as I march past, but they all just stop and stare in amazement. I ignore them all.

I hear Denny's voice calling from behind me. "Vaughn! What are you doing? You can't be up!"

I'm walking fast though and I hear his panting far behind me. Besides, I've reached the farm already. I notice that her farm was better than before. The field was half covered with grass and three quarters of the rest was full with crops. Then I notice there's a light on in the barn. Quickly I head for over there.

I push the door open, in the style you see in those movies with a dramatic scene. Man, I was just inviting the drama in, wasn't I? Maybe Julia was right: that coma had done something to my head.

"Vaughn!" A surprised squeak comes from a girl brushing a happy looking cow.

Her eyes automatically look down at her feet. Angrily, I step up to her. "Why the hell am I hearing that you're dating Will?"

She doesn't look up at me. Her eyes are trained on the cow as she continuously brushes the same patch of fur over and over again. "Because it's true."

"Why are you dating that loser?" I ask her.

She looks up at me for the first time. Her blue eyes are smoking in anger. "Because you told me to, damn it!"

I scoff. "There is no way I would ever tell you to date that asshole."

"That asshole is my boyfriend!" She screams in my face. "And you did tell me! You said that I was better off with someone else!"

"I don't fucking remember that!" I yell right back at her. "Damn it Chelsea, I've been in a coma for the past six weeks, excuse me if my memory is not perfect!"

Her eyes widen a bit, and I use it to my advantage. "And why the hell didn't you come visit?"

This time she laughs. It's a strangled little laugh, and sounds wrong coming out of her mouth. "I didn't think you would want to be around someone you thought you would hurt."

This makes me pause. "I said that?" The words are whispered.

She nods. "You said 'I can't Chelsea. I can't do this.' Then you yelled at me and said 'Damn it Chelsea, leave me alone! You don't want me. I have too much crap in my life. You're better off with someone else.'."

Chelsea looks back down at the ground. "So I did. Will likes me. A whole lot more than you do."

The whole memory flashes back to me. The kiss she'd given me on the cheek, the simply question I hadn't been able to answer, the sickness I'd felt. I hadn't been thinking clearly; I hadn't wanted to hurt her, I'd wanted to get of there before I threw up on her or something.

"Chelsea, I didn't mean it. Please just listen-" I start but she holds her hand up.

"Save it for someone who cares Vaughn." She whispers as she turns to go to the feeder.

I grab her arm and spin her around. "You're the only one who gives more than a crap about me. Please Chelsea."

She shoves me off. I see that her eyes are welling up with tears as she looks down at the ground. "Get away from me."

"Please." I beg her, my own eyes filling up with tears. She was the closest friend I'd had in years, and if I indulged myself, I could think I was falling in love with her.

She looks up and meets my eyes. Tears have spilt down her face as she whispers. "I-I…I hate you Vaughn."

Tears spill out of my own eyes. This couldn't be happening. Not again. My heart was breaking after I'd promised myself to never open it up again.

Suddenly I can't see and my legs wobble under me. I feel an arm snatch me and support me. A moment later, my eyes clear and Denny is standing beside me, my arm around his neck in support.

"I told you that you shouldn't be up." Denny mutters to me.

"Next time, you should wear some clothes before going to try and make up with a girl." He whispers in my ear. I glance down and notice I wasn't wearing anything other than a black pair of boxers.

I can't say anything. I know that if I do it will be followed by a sob and I couldn't show them my weakness. Instead I nod, and without a further word Denny takes me back to Mirabelle's.

Denny helps me lay back on the bed, and then he gives me two more pills to take. I swallow them and wash them down with a glass of water. He smiles at me sadly, and after promising to be back later, he leaves.

The second he's gone I bury my head in the pillow. Tears leak out of my eyes like a running faucet, and I manage to stifle the sobs coming from the back of my throat. Eventually, I cry myself to sleep.

I thrash around as I attempt to swim in the vast ocean. My head keeps bobbing under the water, filling my lungs with water. Every time I manage to surface for a lungful of air, a huge waves crashes down on my head and sends me right back under again.

Above the water, the air howls and the water pounds itself mercilessly. Rain is pouring down from the sky, adding to the anger of the sea. Lightening lights up the dark, evil looking clouds for a second, before plunging the world back into darkness. A mere moment later, thunder claps out so loud it hurts my ears.

Then I'm dunked back under the water again. It's more peaceful under the water. Not as much noise going on and it's not as stressful. But something in the back of my mind keeps urging me back to the surface.

The scene swirls around me, and I'm in a hospital. I don't have to think hard; I just know where I am. My beautiful mother lies on a hospital bed next to me. The least she knows is that her disease is going to show up in me; only ten times worse.

She smiles at me, a warming smile that made me feel safe. I used to be like her. Warm and caring and nice. But people change.

Then she beckons me closer. I know what's going to happen next, but instead the memory changes.

"Vaughn." She whispers. "If you hate her, you must tell her. If you just want to be friends, you must tell her. If you love her, you must tell her and remind her every day."

I hear myself speaking to her, like the mother I wish I'd grown up with. "She said she hates me mom." My voice is weak and stained with tears.

She smiles softly at me. "Women are very complex Vaughn. We don't always say what we mean."

"How am I supposed to figure out what to do?" I ask her desperately.

Her blue eyes shine at me as she takes her wedding ring off and places it into mine. "Follow your heart, and you won't go wrong."

The scene swirls around again. I call out to her. I need to talk to her more. I wanted her help, her guidance, and her love. Everything from a mother that I should have had all my life.

I'm back in school. In grade ten or something. As I walk down the halls, people poke fun of my cowboy outfit, but I ignore them. Then the poke fun at my attitude, at my heritage, and at my pathetic excuse for a life.

My face remains stoic to show them their comments aren't getting to me. But as soon as I'm out of the building, I run to my secret spot on campus that no one else knew about. Their comments get to me each and every day. I use the alone time to hide the feelings; stuff them away in a box forever.

A stray bunny hops by and comes over to me. Gently I pet its fur as I take my daily dose of medicine I'd been talking ever since my mother had died. I take them with a bottle of wine I had hidden in my backpack. Then I pop a couple of Advil pills and drown the rest of the alcohol to break down my feelings.

The bunny hops away, and I get up to go to my next class, when the scene changes again.

I'm at my apartment. There's a girl in my arms and I'm hugging her tightly. My heart leaps for a minute before I realize that it's Sabrina. My hope for Chelsea fades and I growl at myself in disgust. She doesn't seem to notice as she reaches up and kisses me fiercely on the lips.

To my disgust, my body yearns for more. In sick remorse, I watch as if from afar my memory of the day my heart broke. Sabrina walks out of there just like she did six years ago. Though this time I notice I don't care.

The scene shift again and images start flashing. I see an old photograph of my mother and father together, smiling. There's an image of a foster home I stayed at once where I was beat up daily by the other kids. There's an image of the day Mirabelle and Julia took me in under their wing. I see my first kiss with Sabrina at a stupid baseball game. I see the ring my mother gave me, stuck in my pocket.

Then the images become more recent. I see an image of Chelsea, smiling at me when we were first introduced. I see her angry eyes when I poked fun at her chicken's name. I see her gorgeous face blush when she told me my eyes were beautiful. I see her in tears when she thought I had died on the beach. I see us together at the inn; talking, smiling, laughing and dancing. I see the little kiss she planted on my cheek at the end of that night.

Then our fights swirl before my eyes. I had been sick the first time, and was trying to spare her my own misery. The second time she was crying when she said she hated me. She also stuttered. Did that mean something?

All the images stop and suddenly I find myself in a clearing in the woods I've been to before. The green haired woman is there again, and I approach her softly.

She speaks first. "I'm sorry Vaughn, but I had to interrupt your dream for a minute."

"It's okay." I say to her. "I didn't like my dream anyway."

The Harvest Goddess gives me a small smile. "It's been a while since our last chat, and for most of that time you've been in a coma."

I don't ask how she knows. I now believed she was the Harvest Goddess; she should know everything that goes on on her island.

She gives me a slight smile. "I see from your dream that you've made a choice."

I frown. "Not that it does me any good. Chelsea said that she hates me."

The Harvest Goddess smiles. "What did your mother tell you? Women don't always say what they mean. Be patient Vaughn."

I sigh. "I want to be patient, but don't know how I'll be able to handle it. She sounded like she really meant it. And I don't know if I can handle knowing that Will is the lucky bastard that gets to hold her."

She frowns slightly at my language. "Things aren't always as they appear. You have to understand."

I sigh and give her a slight smile. "I'll try."

The Harvest Goddess smiles. "I'm not really supposed to tell you this, but, try being a littler nicer to the islanders. You never know, it might do wonders for people's affections." Then she winks at me and vanishes.

I'm jolted out of my sleep by someone's hand slapping my face. My eyes blink open to Denny sitting on my bed beside me.

"What was that for?" I ask him as I rub my jaw. I take my hand back a moment later; I had a full grown beard from not shaving almost seven weeks now.

"You were calling out Chelsea's name in your sleep." He tells me, with a wonky look on his face. "Nightmare?"

"You have no idea." I mutter as I sit up in bed. The nightmares were a package deal with the disease. It was one of the side effects that the medicine couldn't treat.

"You're lucky it was me in here and not Julia." He grimaces. "She was in here earlier and I think she might have caught you whispering her name once, but I think she brushed it off."

I groan as I sit upright in bed. "What day is it?"

"A full day after your uber huge fight with Chelsea man." He grimaces again. "Sorry I stood and watched that by the way."

I wave my hand. "It's okay Denny. Can you pass me my pills?"

He gives me my pills and I chug them down with the ever present water on my bedside table. Denny smiles at me softly. "I have to go. I'm having breakfast at Lanna's."

"Have fun." I tell him absent mindedly. He gives me a funny look, but leaves with a wave.

I sigh as I get out of my bed. I was sweating again from the nightmare. Immediately, I head for the shower where I get rid of both the sweat and the beard.

When I enter the main area of the house, no one's there. Though a quick glance at the clock tells me that it's almost eight in the morning.

I grab some porridge and sit down at the counter, since I was fully dressed. For the first time in my life, the food tastes bland and I can't eat it. Disgusted, I push it away.

Julia walks in at that moment. She smiles at me softly. "Can't eat, huh?"

I shake my head slightly. She takes my bowl from me and puts it in the fridge to be eaten later. Then she walks back to me and sits on the stool next to me.

She places her hand on my arm. "Vaughn, I'm here for you to talk to me. If you ever want to get it out of your system."

I pat her hand with my free hand. "Thanks Juley." I use her old nickname I had for her. "But I'm okay with just thinking about things right now."

Julia smiles. "I don't know how long this nice you is going to last, but for the time I'll enjoy it." She gives me a hug and then leaves the shop just as Natalie walks in.

Natalie comes over and sits down on the same seat Julia had been occupying. She gives me a shy smile and then takes me hand and squeezes it. "I'm no Chelsea, but if you need a friend I'll be there for you."

I give her a slight smile. She'd come pretty often while I was in my coma. I squeeze her hand back a bit. "I'd like a friend right now."

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