Bex

Chapter 40:

Axel was the last thing I saw before everything went dark. It felt like as if I was almost apart of the darkness; me and it were one- just floating along peacefully. Then it felt like a million tiny beams of light shot right through me and the darkness till it were no more- till I was no more... or so I thought.

I opened my eyes to nothing but a blinding white landscape in front of me. I propped myself up onto my elbows on the ground that was as white as the rest of my surroundings. I looked around and saw no walls; everything was just- well, white and there. I sat up all of the way and looked down to see I was in a lace white dress. In my peripheral vision I caught a glimpse of something brown on either side of my head. I reached up and felt hair: my short, wavy, chocolate locks were back. Amazed, I ran my fingers through it with a little laugh.

  But how?, I thought and ceased my caressing of my hair.

  I thought really hard, and flashes of memories crossed my mind. Kissing Axel, reading to Hope, getting sick, not being able to breathe, and a pair of scared blue eyes.

  My hand flew to my throat at remembering the awful choking sensation. I stared around my surroundings again, bewildered. I stood up and walked in a circle in hopes of finding a way out of here. I didn't see a door or a window- just white.

  "What the hell?" I whispered to my self.

  "Thankfully this is not Hell," A voice said behind me.

  I screamed and whipped around, clutching my chest. A pretty girl with long black hair and blazing green eyes smiled kindly at me. I stared back at her in bewilderment. Unfazed by my reaction of her, she continued.

  "It's quite a nasty a place in my opinion."

  "Who are you? How did you get here? Where are we?"

  "You ask a lot of questions- then a again you always have." She laughed a pretty twinkling laugh; she shook her head when she saw me staring at her with my mouth agape. "Right. I'm Laila. I flew here. And, well... the last one takes a quite bit more of explanation."

  "Well, feel free to enlighten me then." I snapped.

  "Has anyone ever told you to manage your temper better?" She suggested hesitantly.

  "No. Has anyone ever told you not to sneak up on someone with freaking cancer before? You could have given me a heart attack!" I said hotly, still clutching at my chest; my heart hammered against the palm of my hand.

  "You don't have cancer- not here, anyways."

  "I've known I had cancer for three months now. What do you mean, I don't have cancer here?!"

  "Well, like I said it's... complicated." She gnawed on her bottom lip and fidgeted her fingers.

  "Simplify it for me." I crossed my arms.

  "Okay..." She looked at me hesitantly, but sighed in surrender. "We are in your subconscious."

  "So none of this is real? In reality I'm in my hospital bed unconscious- like last time?"

  "No, not exactly like last time."

  "I don't understand..." I scrunched my eyebrows together.

  "Last time you just passed out; you weren't in any imminent danger. This time; however, you're in a coma. And you must decide if you want to go back or not."

"What?"

  I tried processing the girl's words, and sunk back down to the floor to sit. I'm in a coma! I went slightly into panic mode before my senses told me to get ahold of myself.