Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-34320391-20181031112919/@comment-35702393-20190127110753

Red

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This is weird.

"Meadow? Honey? Your friends are here." I see my mom peak from outside my room, smiling at me, with her usual working attire holding a cup of coffee. Like she does every morning.

But she sure as hell didn't visit my room. Smiling at me.

So this is very weird.

"M-my... friends?" I asked, my mind felt like it was in a daze and my actions felt surreal. Mom raised a brow, looking amused. "Yeah. I made you guys sandwiches. They're waiting down stairs." Mom added before walking away.

"Dont eat my sandwich!" I hear Caleb call out from the next room, and I replied with an eye roll as I got myself out of bed. But... it felt unreal. What was this?

My actions felt a little tizzy and quick. I removed the blankets covering my legs..

Oh gods.

My... my legs.

Both my legs!

They were... here.

My breath started to feel hot as I breathed faster. Something wasn't right. Something was very wrong. But what did it mean???

I looked around my room, my brain feels like air and I could lose consciousness at any minute but I tried to locate my surroundings. I was in my room... but it was... different.

My art wasnt there, my usual pile of sketches wasnt there. I would understand because of what my father did to my art supplies but... my room was full.

Full of stuff that are just...

...not me.

I see trophies on one shelf, and I could barely read them. First place cheerleading champion, Born Leader Award, Academic Star Awards, and many more I dared not read.

What was this?

Since when did I like cheerleading???

I see books next to my desk, science journals, theater transcripts, classics and other books I didnt think I'd even read. They piled up on a shelf next to my desk, where as my desk on the other hand had an unopened PINK laptop, a few pens and notes as reminders stuck on the wall, a calendar with tiny scribbles which I'd assume was my schedule... this... this isnt me, AT ALL.

"Ugh... what is this??" I complained, as my head throbbed with pain the moment I tried standing up from my bed. I walked slowly, clumsily, to the bathroom. I turned on the lights, and opened my eyes being faced first on the mirror.

There she was.

An intimate reflection of... me.

W-who was this... person??

Her green eyes didnt have bags under them, like what they normally should. Her piercing red hair went down cascading to my back in gentle curls, not like the haggard messy look they had before. Her face was glowing, not as pale, not as exhausted. She looked... perfect.

But she didnt feel... right.

I turned on the faucet (thank God I had enough energy to at least do that), and washed my face, letting droplets go down my cheeks, looking at my reflection again.

I took a deep breath.

Maybe Cora knew what was going on with me.

I quickly walked back to my bed, scouring my blankets for my phone. I found it under my pillow. I opened it, seeing an unread message from... wait what the actual hell.

Arkin♡: Good morning Rose Petal 😘♡

Hoooohohohoh.

Wait what?

Whoa, did Arkin just...? Did he just...? When the heck does he ever use that emoji???

I really was losing my mind. This was insane. What is this?!

"Agh!!" I palmed my head hard. I was going nuts. Ugh!

I dropped the phone, not caring about it, before sprinting to the stairs and heading down. My movements felt unreal and I clumsily climbed down the stairs. My legs felt unreal, my sight felt unreal. Everything. Unreal.

My dad was in the living room, my mom in the kitchen and other people were in the couch who I assumed were my "friends". I went down in a dash, looking crazy in all honesty, and all eyes were on me.

"Meadow? Are you alright??" Dad asked, worriedly.

Hell no I ain't.  "Urgh!" Another seizure of pain hit my head and I hissed, almost falling off the stairs.

You know who you are.

"Aagh! Who are you!?" I screamed.

This was a dream.

No, a nightmare.

People get hurt.

"Get out of my head!!" I yelled, kneeling down, the pain unbearable. And as if in a brief moment, everything faded away. My mom, dad, the house, they faded into a soluble mist but I couldn't care less. I didnt care about that. They felt unreal.

You're a burden.

But this voice in my head.

Oh it felt real alright.

'You cant escape me. ' Agh!!

The pain was slicing through my head like a stash of swords went to slice it open. I could barely open my eyes, but... in that split second before I faded to unconsciousness, I saw... a man.

Burnt red hair, a horrifying grin, a bulky stature, he was wearing an armor or steel and metal, and there was a gin at Crest seated at his waist, showing pride and valor, yet you know this man has been to a many wars, how he won them is unsure to me.

But... the Crest.

It was the same as mine.

Holy shit.

His hair was spiked up, so I saw a blurry image of his face.

A scar was stretched across his eye to his cheek.

I fell to my knees, the pain solely taking over me, but before everything turned to a dark black, he knelt down next to me with a sly smile saying...

Be careful of who you are...

And then I woke up.

My whole body jolted up, as if a sudden strike landed on my veins, my heart pounding so fat and no doubt my breath faster.

I quickly noticed Nik and Trista talking not too far away before they noticed me. Nik ran to me, worried. Trista as well (surprisingly), and knelt beside me, checking if I was in any pain or not.

If they were geniuses which I'll assume they are, Its pretty obvious I'm in a shit ton of pain.

"A pain attack. For a wound this big, its bound to happen. We need to find tools to at least stitch that up." Trista said, before adding, "I should know. I aced my medicinal exams." She gave me a wicked smile. I would roll my eyes until it would pop out of my head I swear but it Hurts right now so I cant do that.

"Y-yeah. Trista, thanks? Anyway. We need to get some help. We cant swim under the.."

Nik's voice trailed off.

You're a burden.

N-no... I'm not.

"No." I say out loud.

Trista just gave me a crazy look while Nik gave me an even crazier one.

"W-what-?"

"I said no. I dont need a cane, I dont need an ally. We can escape this hell hole. I can do it myself. Just tell me what to do." I grabbed onto the wall to keep me steady, trying to hide the damn pain it dealt on my other leg.

I hated this.

I felt... helpless.

It's like when I sat on that corner in the cavern. Not able to move. Not able to run. Not even muster a scream. I just fell helplessly, tumbling under a pile of rocks. I couldn't even walk if it wasn't for Trista or Nik holding me up. I couldn't even help them plan on anything. They only headed downwards because I couldn't handle the steep climb up.

I felt helpless.

And I sure as hell didnt like it.  You're a burden.

No. I'm not.

"Come on. What's the plan?" I ask them, getting to the point.

Trista looked at me unimpressed and autorative while Nik jut stared at me, worried I might be losing my mind. Pffft hah! I honest was. "Are you sure about this?" Nik asked, worried.

I nodded right away, "Yes. I can do this."

Trista... surprisingly, didnt roll her eyes.

"Fine. I hope you know what you're doing." She pointed to the waterfall, "we need to get through that thing." She started.

I nodded, "Okay. Do we go around it? Under it?" I asked again.

Nik only shook his head, his expression still a but worried but he shook it off, pointing directly at the center of the waterfall where the water was on it's full blast.

"We go through it."

Well... shit.

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Ooof lolol

SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT ;-;

I wanted to show how the situation is affecting red... mentally. And lolol Imma let Dagur mess with her for a bit coz why not.

Edits?? ;-;