28A/N: Ok, I should probably clear us several things before you, the reader, freak out. This first part (written in italics) is a dream sequence. It also has symbolic meaning and all that crap but yeah…In part of this chapter, Carmen has a conversation within herself, it's a bit confusing but I believe it's important. If you don't get it, just ignore it, everything will make sense later on. slowly scootches away… and you can lower the gun too… (bad joke… sorry.. I'm on meds… please don't hurt me!) ENJOY
Josh shook my unconscious body. Panicking, he checked my breathing and pulse to find them normal. After attempting to but failing to wake me, his instincts said the next best thing would be the hospital. Josh told me later that I had just fainted from pure exhaustion and loss of blood. The doctors, concerned about the cuts found all over my arms, questioned Josh and with much persuading, they temporarily placed me into the mental ward.
I felt as light as a feather, almost as if I were flying. All of my problems and worries were thrown aside and I felt, for the first time in a long time, almost happy. Or at least I think I was. Then something warm was surrounding me, I felt like I was glowing, beaming. It felt wonderful. Was this happiness? I kept flying higher and higher, closer to the warmth farther from the frigid, darkness. Upwards and onwards I didn't stop, nothing could stop me. But then, out of no where something dark, thick, and slimy started to replace the warm light. It suffocated me, pulled me down back to the cold. No! I didn't want to go back, not yet. It was so nice here in the warmth. I struggled, but it didn't help. I screamed, but not a sound escaped my mouth. It took over me, beat me into submission. Once again I was a prisoner to the darkness.
…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep… I was yanked back into awareness by a sharp pain in my left arm. Breathing in deeply, the smell of sterilization thickly hung in the air. Still groggy, I opened my eyes to study my surroundings. There was a young girl to my left who was currently cleaning the wounds that were deeply scattered along my arms. My masterpiece! What did she think she was doing to my beautiful masterpiece?! When I tried to pull away, I found that I had been bound to the bed. Continuing my surveillance, I saw Josh had fallen asleep while holding my right hand.
The bastard, part of me thought, He put me in here.
But, he did so because he cares, the other side retorted.
Even so, he should have expressed his concern to me and then discuss options. All of which you would turn down. Of course. Damn it- He knows us too well, both concluded.
Ok, the first half continued, so maybe he was worried… Its understandable. Yes…but still! I have been able to survive so far without his help. You've never taken it this far, though. That's only because of… Hmmm… true…Well, you should have told Josh the truth. I mean he knew it anyways. Instead of completely mutilating your arms, you could have talked to him about…what happened. Josh would listen, and don't tell me he wouldn't! Josh has always been there for us. He has never done anything that would even bring us to doubt his loyalty, understanding, kindness and overall personality in the slightest. So, why now?Silence See, I'm right, and you know it! More silence Are you even paying attention? The silence continues Well then I guess I won this half of the argument. But the question remains, should we tell him about… Oh! Stop being a pussy and say it! I haven't heard you say it once?! Ev-e-e-Evan…THERE LOOK! I said it! Cringes. Did you really have to say that… foul creature's name? Well you wouldn't. Ok fine, but are we going to tell Josh? I don't see why we should. You know what Josh will do! He will hunt the son of a bitch, Evan, down and beat him into a bloody pulp! Ok that is true, and we don't want that to happen. Sighs. Unfortunately, we still care about him. But! If we tell Josh you know that he will help us get over him! Plus, Josh is worried; you can see it in his eyes! You know how much guys love to use their muscles. And by muscles I don't mean their brains. It will give him someone to protect and look out for. Guys love that. Its in their nature. Sighs. I'm only giving in because I don't feel like arguing anymore. Ok! First thing, when we regain complete conciseness- And when that bitch of a nurse leaves my poor arm alone. -Then we'll tell him. Deal? Another sigh. Deal.