Natalie Farewell

Unconsciousness

Chapter 3~~ Unconsciousness

The bell rung in Natalie's ears and she snapped out of pondering in 'la-la land.'

This happened every maths lesson. As soon as class began and Mr Harrison began the lesson in his monotone voice, Natalie would grab a pencil and doodle in the back of her book, at the back of the classroom, in, so called, 'la-la land.'

Closing her book, Natalie shoved everything in her bag and started heading towards the door.

"Natalie. The bell does not dismiss you. I do," Mr Harrison yelled.

'Then what is the freaking bell for?' She wanted to say, but kept it to herself, rolled her eyes and went back to her seat, trying to ignore the murmurs and giggles throughout the room.

Pulling her hood up, Natalie quickly sprinted down the steps outside of Campdale High School and heading for the short-cut gravel path across the road, avoiding many students along the way.

Once Natalie got up to the small dog walking park on her way home, she realised it was finally quiet and she was alone.

'Mondays are tough,' she thought to herself as she slumped down on a park bench. She took out her sketch-pad and began to doodle on her page. Natalie was the kind of person that would draw a lot of doodles, but wasn't that much of an artist. Swirls and messy drawings of people filled up her old, brown sketch pad. Natalie only used pencil in the book, which made this 'hobby' even less interesting.

Crack.

Whizzing around on the park bench to the sound of somebody stepping on a twig, Natalie found herself seeing an outline of a figure. And then seeing darkness. Unconsciousness had swallowed her up.

Natalie heard the sound of her own chest breathing. Images were pouring around her. Her mum, dad and sisters' faces were moving around her. Tariah. Henry.

In this dream, Natalie saw faces of basically everybody she knew, especially Henry. Colours were pouring from the corners of her eyes and the images in her head were slowly distorting. Soon, shapes kept popping up around her. One shape in particular. The shape appeared familiar, yet somehow unrecognisable. What Natalie didn't know was that she was picturing the same shape as the cloud at the picnic and the one on the dark cement in the carpark.

Oblivious.