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Unconscious Lies

When I looked back up, I expected myself to be in a hospital, days, weeks, or seasons later. Instead, I was still leaning over Julia, and it was seconds later. The fire was still raging, and we were still alone.

I began crying again. I was so scared. What was going to happen to me? I was probably going to die.

All of a sudden, I heard something. It was like a muffled scream. I turned around slowly and saw a cowboy hat, sitting on top of the rubble, burning.

I screamed and jumped up. I looked around frantically. Vaughn was here? Vaughn was in this room? Oh my God, Vaughn was dying!

The flames were roaring high around me. There was no way out. I looked down at Julia. Her pulse was almost gone. If I left her now, I'd never see her again. But if I didn't leave, Vaughn would die. I looked from the flames, to Julia, Julia to the flames.

Without really thinking, I ran through the flames. I escaped without a scratch. I began digging through the debris, looking for Vaughn.

I eventually found him. He was unconscious, and like his cousin, dying. I pulled him out of the rubble. The flames were closing in on both of us, and Julia. I didn't know what to do.

"Help!" I screamed as a last attempt. "Please!"

Suddenly, a splash of water drenched Vaughn and I. I looked around, but the flames were still raging viciously.

Then, I heard someone. "Damn it, it's an electrical fire!"

It was Gannon!

"I'll get a fire extinguisher!"

Taro!

"Hurry!"

Mirabelle!

"Chelsea! Chelsea are you there?" Mirabelle screamed.

"Yes!" I screamed back. I couldn't believe it!

"Where's Julia? Is she ok?" Mirabelle called to me.

I bit my lip. What should I say? "No..." I said softly, but audible. "She's..." I looked back at the flames. There was no way Julia could have survived that. They had completely engulfed her. "Dead..."

A scream erupted from the other side of the flames.

Taro was back now, and he began dousing the flames with the fire extinguisher. I was soon covered in white foam, but the fire was out.

As soon as the fire was gone, Mirabelle rushed in, looking for Julia. She found her daughter's burnt, lifeless body where I had left it.

"Oh my God..." she whispered. "Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God!"

I looked down at Vaughn. He was still unconscious, and covered in scrapes and burns. Mirabelle started crying miserably, and Felicia rushed in to help her.

Taro walked carefully across the rubble, and looked down at me.

"What is Vaughn doing here?" he asked. I shrugged. Honestly, I had no idea.

Taro sighed. "Come on, get up." He helped me up, and got Gannon to carry Vaughn out of the ruins.

I must have blacked out, because the next thing I knew I was in a hospital. Again. What was it? My THIRD time?

I sighed and closed my eyes again. I just wanted to sleep...

When I woke up the next time, it was darker outside. It must have been night.

I looked around, but couldn't see a thing. I decided to just go back to sleep.

It was light when I woke back up. Someone was sitting beside me, but I couldn't tell who. They were sitting with their head bent.

I just decided to close my eyes again. Maybe it would all make sense when I woke up.

This time, when I opened my eyes, it was light and everything was clear. When I looked around, I could fully see the person sitting beside my bed.

It was Vaughn.

"Chelsea?" he breathed.

I nodded.

"You're awake!" he sounded a little happy, but didn't really show it.

"Yeah?" I said, confused. "How long was I asleep?"

"Almost a week," he said. Oh, well that wasn't too bad.

"Oh, ok," I said quietly. Then, I felt sick to my stomach when I remembered what happened. "W-What happened to Julia?"

"Why don't you ask her yourself?" Vaughn said, smiling slightly.

Wait, what? I thought Julia was dead? I saw her die myself!

The door opened, and in walked Julia, alive and not exactly well, but alive. She was covered in nasty burns and cuts, and had a broken leg.

She ran over to me as fast as her crutches could take her.

"Chelsea!" she screamed, and shoved Vaughn off his chair and sat down. "Oh my God Chelsea! You saved my life!" she wrapped her arms tightly around me.

I gasped for air she crushed me. That girl was strong, even if she was crippled.

She let go and looked at me, tears in her eyes. "If it wasn't for you, I'd be dead!" she burst into tears, and I looked at Vaughn. He shrugged.

"Uh..." I said. "It's Ok...?"

Julia sat up and wiped her eyes. She nodded.

I looked at Vaughn again. "What were you doing in the house?" I asked him. "You were supposed to be in the city."

Vaughn bit his lip. "Uh, about that..." he said nervously. Just as he was about to answer, Mirabelle burst through the door.

"Chelsea!" she screamed, sounding like her daughter. "Are you ok, sweetie?" I nodded. "You saved Julia AND Vaughn's life." She said, tearing up. "Thank you SOOOO much!"

I smiled at her.

Mirabelle turned to Vaughn. "Well, she's awake!" she said to him. "NOW will you tell me why you were in your mom's old house?"

Vaughn wasn't going to tell them until I woke up? Well that was stupid! And weird! And stupid!

"I..." he said quietly. "I was living up there..."

"What?" Mirabelle asked, shocked. "Why weren't you in the city, at your job!"

"Because..." Vaughn looked nervous. "I got fired..."

Mirabelle's eyes practically blew out of her head. "WHAT?" she roared angrily. "HOW COULD YOU GET FIRED! WHY DID YOU GET FIRED!"

Vaughn shrugged. "I don't know!" he screamed. "They just fired me!"

"So you decided to LIE to me about it and go live in a dirty, unstable hell-hole of a house!" Mirabelle yelled.

Vaughn glared at his aunt. Julia and I cowered together, watching the whole scene.

"What else was I supposed to do?" Vaughn finally screamed.

"Tell me you got fired!" Mirabelle yelled. I never thought Mirabelle would be one to scream.

"Why?" Vaughn said loudly. "What would you do about it? Go beg my boss for my job back? No! There would be no point in telling you! All I would get was sympathy, God damnit!"

Mirabelle stared at her nephew. "Vaughn," she said quietly. "I love you, and I respect you, but you can't go through life alone. Sometimes you need help."

"Well I don't need help now!" Vaughn roared, and marched out of the room.

"Wow..." Julia said. "That was... awkward."

Me: Hello, and welcome to Ruins Talk Show! Today, our guest is Neil, the Harvest Sprite. (Damn, I wonder if Vaughn or Chelsea will ever come!)

Neil: Hello!

Me: Neil, do you like the story?

Neil: Niope.

Me: :O Why not?

Neil: I'm only in one chapter! It's not fair! Chelsea's in EVERY SINGLE chapter!

Me: 'Cause she's the narrator! It'd be weird to write a story from a Harvest Sprite's view!

Neil: No it wouldn't! You should do one! PLEASE!

Me: *sighs* I'll try, ok? *pats Neil's head*

Neil: Hurray! *claps feet together in little wacky happy jump*

Me: Yeah, ok. Please review, and Merry Christmas!