A New World (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 21

Gwen's P.O.V.

Here I am, again. In the very house my family died in and despite the fact that I want to run, I don't. I can't. I'm stuck; a bystander in my own body. I'm seeing their bullet filled bodies and hearing their pain filled cries but I'm not reacting. I just watch from my nine year old eyes as my family is brutally murdered before me and I can't help.

All my dreams circle around this one life changing event, but this dream is different. In the others, I'm always running, from the fear, and able to control myself and never have I ever seen my family die. Hell, I was out back playing so I have no idea how it happened, but in this dream I saw them beg for their lives before he put the bullet between their eyes. It's like I'm a ghost, revisiting any and every second leading up to their deaths and everytime he comes in, it's like his eyes are glued to me. The only invisible thing in the room and he sees me.

His pale blue eyes shield any emotion as he stares at me while shooting my sister, smiling like it was a game. I already know what scene is next; it's unavoidable. Even when I try to wake myself up, I can't. I just watch as my father struggles against him, after I ran out or should have run out but in this dream, I don't. His skin, pale, was transparent and even though he was dying, he fought for me. He still screams for his baby to run, but I can't listen. My body refuses. The entire time that my father has him against a wall, his gaze is still transfixed on me and in this moment I try harder than ever to wake up because I can't watch this scene for the thousandth time, alone, and still live through it.

Jen's P.O.V.

Her hospital room looks wonderful. Green balloons decorate her bedside and cards are lined up wherever they can fit, all hopping that she "gets well soon." It's a comfy room, big enough for her to have all the space she needs but small enough so that it's not overwhelming. The sole window rests behind her bed, letting the moon shine down brightly upon her calm face.

She's been out for far too long. The doctors say that whatever the trauma was, it induced her in a coma. They still don't know what caused the shock but they do know that someone named Kyle had something to do with it. When I first saw her, I figured that Dahlia, being the bitch she was, hurt and left her but that was far from the truth. Whatever or whoever she had seen must've scared her senseless. She was in such a catatonic state that I'm sure my words never reached her, even though I was glued to her. The only thing that seemed to scare her back into reality, somewhat, was the police officer that lifted her from the booth. Through her kicking and screaming, I held her hand, trying to calm her down but again, my words were never heard. All that played in her mind was fear and anxiety. She was scared but of what, I'm not sure.

Drawing myself out of the memories of a week ago, I cast my eyes down upon her pale yet peaceful face. It was like she was slowly slipping away and I couldn't do a thing about it. Luke and Quinn left about two hours ago, crest fallen. All they wanted was their "big sister" to wake up and Quinn had to literally be dragged out of the room because she wanted to stay here until she woke up. I had to promise her that once she woke up, I'd call her and have one of Gwen's friends pick her and Luke up before she finally somewhat agreed.

My hand holds on to Gwen's, refusing to let go. Why hasn't she woken up yet?

A nurse walks in, checking her vitals quickly then excuses herself, getting back to another patient that was probably in the same state as Gwen.

"C'mon Gwen... wake up." I beg, tightening my grip on her hand, even though she cannot her me. Tears blur my vision as I lift our conjoined hands, kissing hers softy. To my surprise, her hand twitches lightly before she grips onto me for dear life, like I'm the only thing connecting her with reality. Looking up, I notice her eyes are twitching, fighting against whatever force that keeps them shut. My other hand clasps the back of her hand as I beg her to wake up, giving her encouragement that she cannot hear. Her monitors are going insane and doctors rush in, pushing me off to the side and breaking the link that Gwen and I shared. From a distance, I can see her hand blindly searching for mine and, against the doctors wishes, I bustle me way back towards her. Once I find her hand, I refuse to let go and it's obvious that I won't be so easy to remove this time around, so they work around me.

Her eyes twitches with her monitors raging wildly for 15 minutes before the sounds that ran freely in the room subside and her body returns to a peaceful, unresponsive state. Then, as my words finally reach her, her eyes flutter open.