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Black isn't a color

I wince as a sharp light shines through my eyes, I try to shield my eyes with my hand. My hand feels weird. When my eyes are finally used to the sharp light, I'm finally able to see. I'm in.. a hospital bed??? What the hell is this?! Why am I here??

I sit up as fast as I can, and realize that I am indeed in a hospital bed, in a hospital. I look down at my arm, the one that feels weird. I follow the tube, my arm is wired to. My eyes follow the light beige liquid to a plastic bang thingy that is filled with the same ugly beige color. What is it. I try to remove the needle that is now stuck to my arm, but I stop straight away when I notice a dark figure standing in one of the corners in the room.

Frightened by the unknown person I sit back so in the bed so my back is up against the ugly, grey bed frame.

"No need to be scared kitten." The voice says, but I soon realize I know that voice from somewhere. The mysterious creature steps out from the shadows and shows itself. My brown eyes are immediately met with the familiar emerald ones.

"Hey baby doll." He says and sits on the edge of the bed, his back facing the wall to the left. So that I have clear view of his front and his back. But what is he doing here, and why am I here? The only thing I remember is that I was preforming, then everything went black.

I close my eyes as I try to remember last nights events. I remember seeing Dante, and I remember ignoring his presence so I could finish my performance. I remember cold, shivering feeling of seeing Chaz.

"Wait..how...why.. where am I?" I say confused but breathless. That's when I realize that my head hurts. Really bad. I wince and grab my head with both of my arms. I see Dante's smirk transform into a confused, then concerned look. The pain in my head is unbearable as I scream and grab my head tighter with my arms. Dante is now not in the room.  He must have left me here. I'm just a fat and ugly cry baby that no one wants. That's what Chaz told me. He tells me the truth. And I love him for that. Wait no, loved him for that.

I hear all kinds of beeping sound until I become light headed and my vision starts to blur.

"Da...n..te.."is the only thing I manage to say before my world becomes black...again.

What Arabella hears while in a coma
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"What happened?"

"I really don't know, she was normal then just started screaming."

"Oh god, poor thing."

"What's her situation?"

"She's currently in a coma."

"Wait, why the fuck is she in a coma."

"She suffered from a minor aneurysm probably caused by anxiety, stress or an abusive past."

"What?"

"I'm sorry sir but she's waking up, I'm going to need you to step out of the room."

"I'm staying."

"But sir.."

"I'm staying."

"Very well."

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I wake up to the same feeling as before, but now I'm in a different room. I look up to be met with beautiful grey eyes. It's a lady, she's wearing a nurse uniform and she's fixing some sort of pipe that is connected to my wrist. The liquid is not an ugly beige color now, but simply a clear one. Is it water? I don't know.

The lady has brown hair, she's really beautiful. High cheekbones, plump lips. Everything a girl could wish for. She has slim fingers who are extremely steady as she removes the needle in my wrist and replaces it with a new one. I wonder why she isn't a model. She would be as famous as Kendall Jenner or Gigi Hadid by now.