Toys are to play

It hurts because it matters

"Honey you've been locked in this room for almost 4 hours!!"

I woke up with a jump. The first thing to get into focus was the ceiling — wooden made, the planks being worn because of time. Everything else was blurry, but as time passed by other things started to materialize. There was a shelf with some books over there... Percy Jackson and The Chronicles of Narnia were distinguishable... and next to it, a single portrait of a man in a military uniform. Right below his photograph was a headline cut from an old newspaper, written in tick black.

      I turned my face before my eyes could read it.

      And another thing came into view across the room: a big, huge poster coloring the wall. The guy photographed in there was shirtless, and the great letters by his abdomen formed the words "William Gray".

William... Gray?

"Honey?" Mom's voice spoke from somewhere behind the door. My eyes slowly scanned the rest of the room — more books, a squared mirror in the corner, a closet which seemed to have been turned upside down, a desk — and then a little drawer made of wood by the bed. I stretched my hands to open it, and as I did so, a big amount of google printed images (as well as stickers, DVDs, and empty containers) of the same guy from the poster boasted out like confetti.

"Hoooney!"

There was something underneath the DVD (William Gray: a life) blocking the drawer's way to shut, and when I pulled it out (discover the whole life of the boy who stole your heart!) to put it straight I saw that the 'something' was a toon of Lego characters. A father, an uncle, and some random people I've never seen in my life. One of them had a flaming red hair, and the corner of his mouth had a little defect, like a drop of paint that had left its place.

"Angelina Firenze, I'm coming in!" Mom opened the door abruptly, and, seeing that I was wide awake, yelled: "Who gave you the permission to spend A DAY trapped in here? Help me with the dishes, at least!"

She looked bad, her hair more like a lion's and there were two dark circles under her eyes; but worst of it, there was no bright in them.

"M-mom?"

"What?"

I looked around once more. My school backpack was leaned on the corner. Something hard was blocking my throat, making it impossible to make any more sounds. Everything. Is back.

     "Are you feeling well?"

     Those words invaded me like a gigantic tornado, opened my mind violently, and stole from there all memories.

     "No" - that's all I could say.

     "Oh, my darling..." Mom approached my bed and helped me up to embrace her. I fell into her arms, a shocked expression still glued on my face. She sighed. "Let's go wash the dishes?"

     I pushed her away. "You are a terrible mother. And I ran to the door.

    "Angelina!" Her voice reduced as I stepped down the stairs and out of the house. Cars passed by and neighbors talked happily while walking their dogs. I continued running. It was strange how everything looked grayer. We were in a world that was losing its color, and I was the only one who seemed to notice it. I ran. I ran, literally, like someone who just woke up from a dream and was now living the nightmare...

     "ANGELINA, WAKE UP NOW!"

     Hm?

    "COME ON!"

    Hm- mh?

    "IF YOU DON'T I WILL TELL YOUR MOTHER THAT YOU KISSED SEBASTIAN MORE THAN ONCE!"

     "This is not actually a threat, bae."

     "Of course it is — LOOK! SHE MOVED!!"

     A bucket of light fell over my head as soon I opened my eyes. Two very familiar faces were watching me from above, and one of them I recognized from the poster hanged on my wall.

    "...William?"

    "Hello"

    "...Barbie?"

    "Hi, babe..."

    "Where am I?"

"At the same place Oliver Snowfields left you in." She said, and coughed what sounded more like "jerk."

    William held a laugh.

    "Oh God." I forced my belly to stand up. They helped me, pulling both of my arms. The floor was cold under my foot. Where was my other... oh. I hobbled across the room to pick the other pair of my shoes. The little bag where I'd put my Legos was lied next to it.

"I don't know what happened either, I think your subconscious knew you needed an extra help." William said.

I looked at them. "How much time have I stayed..."

    "Maybe quite some time after he left. And then more time with us yelling at you." He stated.

    "A lot of time, then?" I mumbled, still not believing they could be true. "I need to find Oliver, and..."

    "end up with this. Yes, we know."

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When you think that was easy....

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*Nham nham* John Green thanks for helping with this chapter's title. BFFs forever