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Chapter 3

My whole body was a sweaty, disheveled mess. I felt slick in Sam's arms because I was sweating so much. My eyes slammed shut and I tried to focus as this mammoth of a man carried me through the woods.

Sam. Paul. La Push. Washington. Reservation.

It couldn't be.

Could it? I mean, what the actual fuck? What was this? Where was I?

Just 5 minutes ago, what I thought was five minutes ago, I was in my basement judging my sister for reading Twilight. And what I said to her then was true. I did read some of the books…maybe it was 3 or 4 years ago. And I had to have seen a least parts of some of the movies. I didn't remember every detail, but I remembered some things. It was enough that I internalized that I was now living in the books setting, amongst some of it's characters. Not the main characters, but the other ones. And then, l had a thought;

Maybe it's a coma.

I was hit by a car after all. Maybe now I am in a coma.

I tried to rationalize all of this.

Anna was just talking about Twilight and now my brain must have landed me in Twilight for my coma dreams.

Yes, this made sense and seemed plausible. Bizarre, but an explanation none the less. Why Anna couldn't have been reading 50 shades of Gray or ANYTHING other than fucking Twilight, I wasn't sure.

Twilight. Fucking Twilight.

Sam held me a bit tighter as he walked at a brisk pace through the woods, still barefoot. My mind raced and I could feel my face scowling at my own thoughts.

I'm inTwilight and I'm not even Bella!! I don't even have main character fucking energy in my own coma hallucination! I'm just the other Kim. The two line nothing. Of course I am. Of course.

I chewed aggressively on my lip, pissed at my subconscious for sticking me here. Then I slightly noticed Sam peer down at me with concerned eyes.

"You okay there, honey? He continued to walk forward, my body dangling like a doll in his arms. "I can hear your heart hammering out of your chest there, Kim."

I didn't acknowledge his words and decided to just coach myself on my current predicament.

It's okay. I'll either wake up or I'll die and go someplace else. It's okay. Twilight coma won't last forever. Twilight coma won't last forever.

I gulped, finally noticing both Paul and Sam now with deep frowns on their faces as they studied me intently.

"I'm sorry," I filled in the awkward silence in a weak voice. "I just..I am just really confused." That was true.

Sam let out a sigh. "We'll get it squared away, Kim. Don't worry. Stranger thing have happened around here."

He gave a knowing glance to Paul, and of course I knew what he was talking about. He thought I couldn't possibly know, but I did and it made my heart face more.

But, was waking up in a fictional universe that was a pop culture phenomenon 14 years ago stranger than turning into a wolf and fighting vampires? I wasn't sure. It honestly seemed like a lateral move.

I let out my own sigh. I wanted my phone. I might not have been able to look up the cliff notes version of Twilight, but I would have been able to scroll through Instagram and just fucking forget about all this shit for a hot minute. Then my face scrunched together when I remembered when the story took place. I was pretty sure it was early 2000s, pre smart phones.

"What year is it?" I looked up to ask Sam. He didn't like that question, his whole face went rigid with concern.

"2005, honey."

That didn't do much for me. I was racking my brain, trying to remember some details or when the series started or ended, but I had no clue. Where were we in the books? Were vampires about to attack us? What about Jared? He was the boyfriend right? It had been so long since I read the stupid books.

"Where is Jared?" I asked Sam.

A loud husky laugh sliced through the air. Paul leered at me, as if he suddenly knew all of my cards. "Still hung up on Camron, hey?" He sneered like an asshole. "Take a hint sweetie, he's not interested."

I gathered from his words that this Kim wasn't the loved lasered to Jared yet, but was mostly left confounded by Paul's condescending tone. Who was this Twilight Kim and why did she deserve that attitude? The answer was she didn't. No one did. This was my fucking coma dream and I wasn't about to let some bizarre recess of my own mind treat me like shit.

I turned rigid in Sam's arms and glared back at Paul. "You can fuck right off, Paul. I asked one question. A half naked, barefoot ass wipe does not get to judge me. Thank you very much."

He winced, his face screwed tightly, likely not expecting that. Apparently Sam didn't either, as he full on stopped walking. He studied me for a full 30 seconds and then turned over to Paul who was trying to recalibrate.

"Paul…," Sam snapped, but Paul cut him off.

"What the fuck happened to you?" He spat at me with icy disbelief. I froze. Did he know that I wasn't the Twilight Kim, the one he was use to. But if this was just a coma dream, would he even know a difference? Would there be an expectation? Nerves flooded through me making my insides tingle and my skin breakout in goosebumps. Sam noticed and frowned some more.

"Paul, why are you still here? Go get Kim's family, now."

Paul's face reddened as he switched from a cold, surprised Paul, back to grumpy Paul. Actually, he went even further than that. He was now pissed off, totally inconvenienced, irate Paul. His eyes narrowed at me and then flicked over to Sam.

"She says maybe three words her entire life, then that comes out of her mouth and you're snapping at me?!"

Sam seemed unbothered but Paul's words. "I told you already. She must have hit her head. Whatever the case, this poor girl is experiencing some sort of delirium. We don't have time for your tantrums. Meet us at the clinic."

Paul rolled his eyes and finally jetted off in another direction.

Sam continued to move forward through the woods, now at a quicker pace.

"Just try and relax, ok Kim? We'll get you some fluids and fully checked out soon enough, honey. This will all be worked out and we'll get you were you belong."

His words made me gulp. Where did I belong?