Cant Always Make Reality Exceed Non-reality

Bubbles

Camila's pov
I woke up to the smell of bananas.
I expected to see Lauren beside me but all I saw were the mangled sheets and her indented pillow. It was kind of disappointing to be without her when I just spent the whole day following her like a puppy. I suppose I should go find her and continue my dog impersonation.
Getting up was seamlessly easy, nothing hurt anymore. My thighs didn't feels bruised, my....well, you know, it, didn't throb, and my head felt as light as air.
I smiled to myself, for the first time since it happened I don't feel like I'm in pain.
My thoughts are interrupted by a series of pots clashing in the kitchen. Lauren must be making something to eat, and if I smell bananas that could only mean one thing. Banana pancakes.
I brush a hand through my hair and look at the alarm clock on the side of Lauren's bed. The bright red 2:00pm glares at me...it's only 2:00pm? I'm pretty sure I remember coming to Lauren's around two, there's no way that I could've slept for a whole day...could there?
I mean it would make sense, I do feel amazingly light and well rested.
I walked out of the bedroom and into the hallway, which seemed incredibly long now. Wow, I really was out of it yesterday, this hallway really was so short. It seemed as though it was a mile long, I suddenly dreaded going down this hallway. It was giving me strange vibes, like the color grey, but a cold, blue-ish grey. The type of cold color film you see in a sick movie about serial killers.
I slowly walk down the hallway, my feet hitting the hard wood so hard that the patter would echo, though I try to walk as carefully as I could, for some reason my steps were so loud.
I finally reach the kitchen and I peak into the door way to see Lauren facing the stove top, her brown hair cascading down her back. I sigh in relief but I still have an eerie feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I walk into the kitchen and over to her so that I can speak when I hear a door slam. SMACK.

I look away from Lauren and to where the noise cane from and what I see makes my heart drop and my nerves freeze.
    The kitchen, that originally didn't have a door, suddenly had one. And Roger is the one that slammed it.
   "Camila..." his hand still in the door knob. He stood there staring at me with a stoic stare. So cold I felt a breeze.
   I remember Lauren and turned to run to her but all I see is an empty kitchen with the lights down low. The counters were clean of any mess and the floor was sickeningly white and most importantly, there was no Lauren.
    "Oh...no..." I mumbled, looking back at him with wide eyes.
"Oh yes..." he said sickly, in a manner that no one, not even his wife, should hear.
   He let go of the door knob and suddenly he was right in front of me, his nails sinking into my wrists as he pushed me into the wall. I struggled, once again, to be let loose.
    "Is this what you wanted???!!!!" He screamed into my ear, droplets of spit hitting the side of my face.
    The lights went off and all I could see now was his face above mine. He was sweating, and panting.
    Some how we ended up on the ground and I felt carpet. Carpet in a kitchen? Huh.
     Suddenly I felt naked and looked down to be bewildered at how my clothes had disappeared. My skin looked dirty.
     Needles. Suddenly my lower half was full of them. I felt like screaming so I tried. And tried. And tried. But nothing came out. It was as though every time I tried, someone was taking my breath away. 
    "Please stop...please...." I spoke calmly, wow, I'm actually surprised at how calm my voice sounded.That didn't sound like me at all.
   All I could hear was more panting, and all I could feel was more needles.
   "Please, come on, open your eyes..." wait. What? Did I just say that?
    Suddenly the needles stopped and it was quiet.

"Come on..wake up Camz..."

My body felt like I was being lifted out of a pool of water.
   I felt hands on my shoulders, shaking away the sleepy film in my mind.
  My senses finally become clear and I open my eyes to see Lauren's wide and worried ones.