Angels and Death

Chapter 11.

CHAPTER 11. I'M RUNNING A BIG BLANK HERE! ©

SAMANTHA

"Say, what now?"  I hadn't realized I spoke aloud. But, I had.

What the hell is this? Who's, what day?

I guess I just stood there, horror peeling from my face, to say I was confused, would be stating the world's biggest fuckin understatment. The real kicker was, not a soul noticed... every single person here thought the surprise went exactly as such, a surprise. Little did they know all I had just gone through, and how I simply just had no idea what was going on.

"Oh my God! I thought you'd never get here! Soooo? What do you think?" Tiffany beamed, floating towards me as if on air. She had on a way too super-duper, happy smile on her face that was a little much for my liking.

Again she displayed our surroundings with her hands, as if they were on a showcase to be won, and a tad bit like she was offering them to her God as a sacrifice for immortality-OR-that could just be a display of what my mind has been reduced to, at this time in my life.

"Samantha? Ohmygod your purple! She's purple! Sammy are you ok?" Everything was wobbling about, nothing stayed still. Yet here she, Robby and the other one came prancing towards me still. This time however, they wore looks of worry, and that made them come that much faster.

I wasn't happy about this, seeing him here. What exactly was he here for? 

Wow! Is this place on wheels or what? My chest is killing me. I'm not feeling so... right. "Breathe, Samantha, in and out." Holy shit, I hadn't known I was holding it in. Like a vacuum, with its dial turned on greedy, and with an action that would make ACME proud, I sucked in the air around me.

I bent over and braced myself on my knees, and concentrated on just breathing. But it seemed too much, I was overwhelmed. I think I may be having a mini episode here, like a panic attack. "I think she's having a panic attack. Someone get her some water! That's it Samantha, in and out. Give her some space people!" with his hand now stroking my back in what I imagine was an effort to make me feel better, Jace managed to bark out the order and state my exact thoughts.

I looked up unhappily at him through gulps of fast air, and said, "You think?"

I wasn't nice and I tried to put as much sarcasm I could in it, but I still sounded breathless, so not so much with the sarcasm, unfortunately. I tried shrugging him off, but he replaced his large hand once more. So I tried it again, this time accompanied with words, "Look dude, I don't need your help. Just back off!" and with that I managed to get my wish.

He did, he backed right off, thankfully. As my rude words reached his ears, he was taken aback with surprise and hurt. Oh well. Tiff sensing my trouble, shooed them off and away's a bit and took over task. Someone showed up with the water, and I grasped the cup in both shaking hands and slowly slurped. It felt as though a few minutes passed by and I seemed to be finally coming around. I had just heard the music in the background, 4 Non blondes "What's going on?" resonated off the walls, hadn't realized until now, but it was a perfect fit. I picked myself up from the chair I was just sitting upon and took a look about the room.

It was amazing! Wow, this was really something... The walls were covered in white and silver fabrics. Silks, and sheers, lace, and cottons, all aglow with blue lights from under. It looked like a magical winter wonderland. It was well lit, contrary to common club venues, I never would have believed it, if I hadn't been here to see it. Though large and open, it had an intimate ambiance.  Although the look was winter wonderland spectacular, I felt warm and comfortable.

There were white couches and chaise lounges about the room in casual, yet, intimate sections. The music that flitting about, was nothing less than hypnotic, as I had assumed earlier in my attempt to keep my life. And with that very thought, it brought my entire situation into perspective. Unable to control it, it all came bubbling up over the rim.