Invisible

"I.. I Love You."

Celestia's POV

All blank. I couldn't open my eyes. Everything wasn't black, it was just blank, like I was sealed in a tube.

A light began to appear on the other side, and I walked there. A young figure stared at me. She had dark brown hair, her face was far from flawless.

Her eyes were dark brown, she was wearing glasses, and she was wincing when a cutter slashed her skin.

Wait.. That girl was..

Me.

Then, it faded. Younger me was singing along in the campfire, along with a shorter brunette beside me. Dominique. I looked happy.

Singing songs with Joanne .

Then, as quickly as it came, it dissapeared. Another one, was when I heard Matthew and Charlotte on the playground on the dark, dark night.

It faded, and another showed. It was a younger me, in a bathroom, crying my eyes out, but when someone knocked, wiped the tears away and stood taller.

Charlotte bullying me, appeared like a screen. The hurtful words, the painful memories.

Then, when Matthew asked me on a date, after the football game, it made me so happy.

Meeting Christopher at the pool when I was nine. It was a happy memory.

Then, when I got poisoned, I saw everyone crying, and when Nicolette bullied me, when I was around eight.

So many painful memories, yet so many happy ones. Then, when Matthew kissed me with heat and passion on the Halloween Party.

His neatly cropped dyed blonde hair was messy because me running my hands through it, and that my red ball gown had his hands snaking over.

My dyed red hair in a braid was also messy, and our eyes were closed. It was happy.

When he said I only 'turned him on'. I ran towards Charlotte, and she comforted me. It was the most painful moment of my life.

Christopher who broke up with me on the phone, when I ran towards the kitchen and stabbed the knife to my stomach.

The blood.

The younger me stared at me. I noticed she wasn't perfect, but she was beautiful in her own way.

In my own way.

"Do you want to leave, or stay?"

What's the use if I stay? No one wants me. "Leave." I said nervously, I was shaking so badly. She gave me a sympathetic look. "Come with me." I touched younger me's hand, and I saw me, in a bed, in the hospital.

Stella was coming in with a stack of books, probably homework, and she began to sob. Kimberly was hiding by the bathroom, she was crying too.

My parents were beside me, and they both looked tired. Then, they kissed my forehead and walked away, probably home. But as they all began to leave, Kiki patted someone's shoulder.

Matthew's.

He was right beside me, holding my hand, his face was tired, and had dark bags under his eyes.

"Go home," she said gently. "You've been with her for two days non-stop. Go sleep." She instructed, but he shook his head.

"It was my fault, Ki. She didn't only turn me on. She made me feel like, well, me. I think I love her, Kiki. I can't be without her."

That made me gasp. Kiki walked away, and Matthew clutched my hand even harder.

"Celestia, if you can hear me, I have to tell you things." He stuttered.

"You're in a coma. Already two days. You haven't woke up. Cel, please stay. I said that to you, and when you ran away, I knew I had hurt you.

"I chased after you, but you were gone. You were always a fast runner." He chuckled weakly at that.

"I was going to go to your house, for your forgiveness. I know, usually, its difficult for me to apologize, but.. I love you, Cel, and I can't be without you. I don't want to imagine what its like, if you're not here. I'm sorry, Cel, I love you,"

I felt my shattered heart sew itself back.

Young me smiled at me. "This was our dream." She said. "This was what we always wanted," she faded, and so did the scene, and changed into a diary page.

Dear diary,

I really hate today. I'm paired up with the stupid idiot again! Ugh. I can't believe he got 3 points higher than me for Mathematics! How is this possible?

Part of me is glad for him, but NO! Fuck no. And, well.. I told myself I moved on, but I haven't. And, I can't help but wanting that.. He'll say he loves me someday.

But of course, its impossible. Its silly.

And I can't be the asking one. It'll seem like I'm lowly, like I'm not the respectable girl like I'm supposed to be.
I know its impossible, but I really, really hope he does one day.

Maybe, just maybe.

-C. E. H

I gave her a firm smile.

"Stay."

Waving her hand, she dissapeared, and so did the blankness.

Everything was white.

The last thing I heard was,

"You're awake!"

Before doctors came rushing into the room.