Falling for Team Crafted •COMPLETED•

Chapter 1

IM POSTING EVEN THOUGH I DIDNT GET FIVE VOTES!

~Skylar's POV~

I can't be in a coma. In all my life who knew that I would go into a coma after meeting team crafted?

Oh gawd! I hope Becca was alright! If I lost her I'd be nothing. Or the other way around.

I was walking in complete blackness. Yep, I'm in a coma. I sighed mentally. I didn't hear anything but a constant ringing in my ear. It was really freaking annoying.

Then a door open on the side of my vision. Out poured white light. Oh this is like those sappy movies where the girl goes into a coma and starts going towards the white light, but stops part way when she hears voices. And yada yada and so on and so on.

As I expected I got towards the door and I heard voices. I was tempted to turn around and go back to the door, but something was different about this voice. It sounded like Mitch's. I listened closely.

"Please wake up. I know we just met and everything, but when I first saw you I knew you were the one. I know you lost your boyfriend in the car. It pains me to see you hurt. Please wake up. Your family needs you. Becca needs you." He got quiet for a moment then whispered softly. "I need you."

Right as he said that I felt my body being swept along the black hallway that took me so long to walk down. The air was rushing past me, almost as if I was falling. I realized something. I was falling! Shiz I just jinxed myself!

As I was falling I was thinking about what Mitch said. Did he really like me? Or was he just trying to be nice to get me to wake up. I don't know.

The air around me was getting denser and it started getting hard to breathe. I grasped at my throat. My heart was racing. Was this what it felt like to die?

Instantly after I thought that the wind stopped. Everything stopped. I could breathe normally again.

Then it came back. Not as bad this time. It pulled me along till I fell into something. My body to be exact. All my senses came into their strongest.

I couldn't hear Mitch anymore. But I could feel something. Or someone placing their hands on my chest mumbling something. My ears popped and I had to resist the erg to rub them.

I then started to taste something. Gawd it was awful! Oh. It was just bad breath. Then I smelled something that made my stomach growl. Cinnamon rolls. Or maybe I was just wanting cinnamon rolls.

I still couldn't see. That was the only problem. I felt that someone's hand on my chest move. My chest got warmer and warmer. The person talking got louder and louder each time. I then couldn't breathe again.

I tried moving my hand. It worked! The person doing whatever the hell they were doing to my chest stopped.

I was getting lightheaded from the loss of air. I tried to breathe in. The person tapped at my throat. I breathed in a blast of fresh air.

I opened my eyes. White and blurry crap. I closed them again and moved my hand up to my eyes. Then rubbed both of them.

I tried opening my eyes again. I could see better. Everything was in divine detail. I mean everything.

I could sense things more closely. I looked around the room and saw the only person in here. I looked at her weirdly and tried to speak.

"Who are you?" It came put very quiet.

"You don't recognize me? Skylar it's me!" She reached for my arm. I shook my head and she looked upset.

"It's me! Sam!" I tried to think back. Sam? This did not look like Sam!