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Taylor's POV:

It's been two weeks since I've woken up from my coma. Apparently, the illness that killed Christian got to me, but not as hard. I slipped into a coma. My father came home the night my dream started because he forgot the tickets to his flight and found me on the floor, barley breathing. Ever since, I've been in a deep sleep. Soon, everything was slowly but surely returning to normal. My dad stopped the water works, my stepmother came home for an hour to congratulate me on waking up, and my dumb ass teachers gave me a crap load of homework and only four weeks to complete it all. I was out for two and a half months, and this is what I get. But today, I was putting aside homework and other issues for today. I was doing something I thought I'd never do.

When I walked into the sanitarium, they gave me a visitor's pass and made me fill out a few sheets of paper before letting me see her. I walked up the glass staircase into a game room. There were different people doing different things. Some were painting, some were playing chess, checkers, and plenty of other things. And they were all wearing different colored robes of different patterns. But there was one person who wore a plain white one. I couldn't see her face because her back was to me and she was looking out the window into the sunny skies. She had pale yellow hair that went down to her waist. The secretary pointed out that it was her that I was looking for. I slowly and hesitantly walked up to her. Dream or not, I promised him (Simmons) that I would see her when I got home. Finally, I reached her and tapped her shoulder and she turned to face me. Her skin was a little pale, wrinkled, and slightly baggy. I looked straight into her different colored eyes and said the word I thought I'd never say to her again.

"Mom." I said in a hushed voice. She gave me a confused look and for a moment I thought she forgot me. I closed my eyes and waited for the 'Who are you' or 'Have we met before'. But that all changed with her words.

"Taylor?" She asked. Without a moment to lose, I threw my arms around her and let my tears fall. She remembered me. After all these years she never forgot me. She hugged me back and we cherished this moment.

An hour later

After crying our eyes out and a lot more hugging than I'd like to admit, we sat down and talked. I told her everything she wanted to know, how dad was, if and who he was married to, if I was okay, ect.

"I've noticed you're not wearing contacts." Mom said.

"How did you know I use to wear contacts?" I asked.

"My sister told me. So why aren't you wearing them" She repeated.

"Well, I've decided to stop hiding and embrace who I really am." I explained.

"Well I'm very proud of you." She said, patting my hand.

"Yeah… me too." I replied, getting distracted.

"What's wrong dear?"

"Mom… I made a promise to someone (Caboose) that I would stay with them forever."

"Well that's nothing to worry your self over. Cause you always keep your promises." That made me feel even worse. When I told Caboose I would stay with him forever, he believed me with all of his heart. It made me feel guilty for some reason. Even though it was a dream, I felt like I kicked a puppy and killed its mother right in front of it. And let me tell you, it's not a pleasant feeling.

Soon, visiting hours were over. We said our good byes and I began to walk to the local pool. For some reason, all the pools were empty and the only people there were me and the lady at the desk who was listening to blasting music on her iPod. I went to the locker rooms and changed into my dark purple two-piece. I went out to the pools and placed my towel at the edge of the pool. I stretched out and dove in. The water was a little cold but still warm. I swam deeper into the pool when I heard something. I swam to the surface and looked around to see if anyone was there. It was only me. I shook it off and went back down to the bottom. I sort of floated there as my ears flooded with water. I closed my eyes and floated there. Then I heard the noise again. But instead, they were voices. I couldn't make them out but they slowly grew clearer. They were screaming for help. Suddenly it was like they were right next to my ear as they screamed for me to help them. I opened my mouth in shock and let out all the air. I scrambled to the top and gasped for air.

"Hey!" said a woman. I turned around to see the lady at the desk. "It's closing time and I'm not aloud to leave until everyone is gone. So throw your clothes back on and get out."

I got out of the pool and dried off. I went into the showers to get all the chlorine out of my hair and put my clothes back on. As I walked home in silence, I noticed something about the voices. The last one sounded like Tucker. It sounded crazy but it's the truth. I finally reached my house and laid in bed. My dream was so real. I couldn't believe that I dreamt all of that.

A week later

I was at my dining room table doing my homework as I tried to drown out the screams of my father and stepmother with my music, but I could still hear them. Apparently, Megan spent more money than what she should and they got into this huge argument.

"Megan, you just can't go around spending money that we barley have on things we don't need. I got a call from a bank that you spent $30,000 yesterday. I already spent a large sum of money on Taylor's hospital bills. If you don't stop this, we're going to have a problem." He yelled.

"Why do we have to waste our money on her?!" She said my name like it was a sin. "She's caused us nothing but trouble. I still think that you should let her live with Caroline and let her live her own life!"

"She's too young, and this is her home." He yelled back.

"Just because she was a little ill for awhile-"

"Ill?! She was in a coma!"

"So? She didn't die. She causes us enough trouble as is, why do you still have her?! Just send her off to boarding school or something."

I grew angry that she would talk about me in that way, especially since we're in the same room. My hands began to clench in anger, and I could feel my blood boil. I unconsciously growled.

"Will you keep qui- … ew." She said to me. I gave her a look of confusion.

"What?" I asked.

"Taylor, your hand." My dad said.

I looked at my hand and saw what I did. I had a pencil in my hand and apparently when I clenched my hand, I punctured my thumb with the tip of the pencil. I dropped the pencil and examined my hand. The blood ran fast down my arm and I touched the wound to see how deep it was. Then I noticed something I never noticed whenever I got hurt.

"If you can't feel anything, it's a dream." Church said in my memories.

"I can't feel it." I whispered to myself.

"What?" Dad asked.

"N-nothing. I'll go wash it." I said, dashing out of the room.

Instead of going to a sink, I went to my balcony and looked out at the world. It was even harder to believe that the Chairman was right. This was a dream. That meant I was still on the floor asleep, and everyone needed my help. I looked over the edge and saw how big the fall was. We were on the fifteenth floor and a fall like that may be enough to kill a person. Then I got a crazy idea. I was near death when I woke up in the Blood Gulch and the Chairman knocked me out and I wound up back here. If I die here, maybe I could stay in the real reality forever. I got on top of the ledge and breathed in the air. If I was wrong, then my life insurance policy could help my dad with the bills. I spread out my arms like a bird and fell forward. The fall was exhilarating. The wind ran past my face, my heart was beating fast, and I could tell the ground was growing closer every moment. I heard a thump and everything grew quiet.

Well, next chapter you'll find out if she was right or not. Hope you enjoyed this. The next chapter will probably be the last. So leave me good reviews.