The Power Within: A Rose Full Of Emotions

12. I'm Back...nevermind, I'm gone again.

Soon the beeping noise fades in. Already annoying me. I hear Shawn's voice first. "OMG. Her eyes are moving!"

I hear Jonah's voice next, "Her eyes have been moving the whole time, Shawn. She's not dead, she's just sleeping. Your eyes are gonna move when you dream." Shawn sounds so quiet I almost didn't hear what he said, "Oh. My bad..." Poor Shawn. Jonah needs to apologize to the little cinnamon roll.

Nina's voice comes in next, "Dont worry Shawn, Jonah didn't mean it." I hear a loud smack next, "Ow!" Jonah shouts, Mary shushes him and says, "People are sleeping. You want to get us kicked out of here...again!" Jonah gasps and says, "Well who's the loud one now?" Careful Jonah, your only defense is showing. I can tell he uses humor as a defense from his anxiety and self consciousness. I would have replied to his snarky comment but I'm stuck here.

I think to myself, will I ever wake up or am I just going to be stuck like this forever? I assume Jack appears cause I hear a couple of shouts filled with fear. I soon hear his voice, "Andrea, you won't be asleep forever, just a couple more minutes." I sense a shift from fear to confusion that casts a shadow over the room.

Jasper speaks, "Hold up. She can hear you?" Jack nods and says, "Yes. How do you think I can get into her mind, Jasper? She has to be able to hear me so I can speak to her in her mind." I hear Luke chuckle at Jasper's goofy facial expression I'm sure he has.

My hearing soon goes muffled and their voices soon fade out. It's like Im going through a tunnel but when I come out the other side everything is more clear than before.

I hear Jack's voice loud and clear, "She's awake. When she fully wakes, she will react so if she jumps up gasping for air just know that's normal for creatures like us. Her eyes will be different and she will have a determined facial expression but that's normal too."

"You boys know that." Jack quickly points to the Mayfield brothers. Jasper speaks, "Yeah, yeah, they have powers, what's new? They've had them their whole lives." I hear a bit of sadness in his voice. Jack reassures him by saying, "Jasper. You get powers too but not for a while. Your genes are different, you know this already." I can tell Jasper didn't feel reassurance when he says, "Im the black sheep of the family. We know this already Jack. Tell us something we don't know. Hah?"

I feel a weird sensation in my hand. Someone's fingers brush against mine. I let them know I feel them by slowly squeezing their hand gently, getting a chuckle in return. I can't help but want to smile. I try to open my eyes but they feel so heavy.

It feels like I've been asleep for ages. I finally manage to open my eyes a little bit. I hear a distorted voice, "Welcome back Sleeping Beauty." I assume it's one of the Mayfield's or Lizzy so I say, "Haha. Very funny." I don't hear anything else after that.

Maybe I said something wrong. Suddenly I feel tight pressure on my head, it feels like a rubber band around my head, slowly building up pressure.

I try to grab at my head but my arms are tied down. I try to move my legs but they feel strapped down too.

I can thankfully open my eyes a little and move my head. I can't see very well but I can make out that I'm not in a hospital room. When I blink the room changes back to the hospital room.

I think my mind playing tricks on me, maybe from all the drugs I feel swirling in my veins. Why did they give me drugs for being in a coma, wouldn't they want me to wake up?

Maybe they think I'm dangerous.

You are dangerous.

What the hell was that? Not only am I seeing shit, but I'm also hearing shit now too? Am I in another fucking dimension or part of my mind or some shit? I'm getting tired of this.
Can't I have just one hour to be in the real world? Well, that sounds kinda stupid coming from me, since I don't know what's real and what isn't...

I'm just gonna focus on seeing what I can and trying to find a way out of whatever the fuck this place is. Whether it's my mind or a different universe.

I look over to my right...but my vision is super blurry and my hearings not that great but at least it's not as bad as when my PTSD is triggered.

I see a blurry figure standing over me, I can't see his face very well but I know he's a person of color. I don't know anybody of color, except Nina, of course.

I try to speak but it comes out really hoarse. I try to ask what the man is doing but I don't think he heard me. I dismiss it and look to the other side of me, a little girl with brown pigtails and a black school uniform on.

I see her perfectly clear. Wtf? Is my vision just selectively picking weird shit for me to see clearly? I scream as loud as I can, "I WANT OUT OF HERE!!!" I think someone heard me cause the room shifts, to a rooftop.

I'm sitting on the edge of the school building, the night sky shining a beautiful dark royal blue with bright shiny stars spread out across the night sky like glitter.

I have a perfect view of the whole town and the football field. I'm alone for now. Probably won't be for long. I feel a strong breeze, almost knocking me over. It pushes against my body and hair, making it flow in the wind.

As I close my eyes, I feel like I'm falling, the breeze hitting me, my hair flowing in the wind. I feel...Unstoppable. Like I can do anything and everything.

Of course, I can't because my dad wouldn't let me get out of this God-forsaken town of horrors. But I like the thought. Of going to a new place. Traveling. Hanging out with...oh yeah. I forgot for a second.

I would have no one to go with me. I wouldn't want to drag Mary and Amber with me, they wouldn't like it probably. I wouldn't dare ask the Mayfield's. They would just look at me like Im crazy.

They are probably all talking about me, thinking im crazy right now. I open my eyes, looking out over the football field,
My thoughts are getting worse. Im getting crazier and crazier every hour.

My brain never stops. I don't know how to silence myself or my sick thoughts about others or myself. I don't know what to do.
I want to stop being so annoying for starters. Im probably boring my own thoughts so they have to produce twice as many thoughts and make them spicier each time.

My mind is sooooo boring. Im getting tired of listening to myself ramble. Can I get down from this ledge or am I stuck here? I soon figure out a can move by running out to the field a couple of minutes later.

Fog fills the air, blocking my vision once again. I turn around in circles trying to see anything in front of me but I can't. Figures.

Can't have a normal shit show without blocking all of my senses out so I don't know where Im at or who's out there now. That would be awful to have everything I need to navigate through my mind. I need to stop using sarcastic comments to get my point across...

My thoughts are disrupted by a loud scream. It's a woman screaming. I run in the direction of the sound, running into someone in the fog. It's a little girl. Her features make me realize it's me. When I was little. She holds out her hand for me to take it.

I take her hand, soon running behind the little girl, following her off the field and into the school. Long story short, I dont end up in the school. I end up in my childhood home.

I look back, and the door I went through just now is gone. Great. I look back at the girl...noticing bruises on her neck, arms, and legs. God, did I show up at school looking like that? No wonder people didn't talk to me.

The girl looked so broken...I...looked so broken. I still am. But that's not the problem right now. I need to figure out why this little girl is here. Why I'm here.