"I didn't ask to be in the middle of your ego-battle," I grumble.
Blake pins me to my locker, hands resting on either side of my head. "Well, you got it in anyway, Darling," he whispers. His face is inches away from mine and damn me for licking my l...
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When I wake up, I wake up in darkness. The room is bright. Sunlight is streaming in and everything is so damn white. Yet, I'm in complete darkness.
But I can see the end. The light. No, not that light. It's like I'm huddled in the bottom of a cold, dark well and when I squint my eyes, I can see an opening above. I can still see the light.
The next thing I realize is that my throat is dry. Insanely dry. I try swallowing, but something is lodged in my throat. At the same time the sound of rapid beating starts to grow from the heat monitor. I feel so heavy, it takes all my strength to sit up and claw at the bulky thing that's in my mouth.
"Whoa, relax!" someone says.
I turn and it's Lynch. His hair grown back and his goofy smile is exactly how I remembered it. I'm dead, I realize. This must be heaven, because I'm dead. Or maybe it's a fucked up version of hell? Does this mean Lynch is dead as well? I want to feel my heart break at the thought of Lynch being dead, but... I feel nothing.
I reach out with my hand to touch Lynch's hair. The real Lynch is in a coma and he's bald. This is all a dream.
"No, no, no, don't touch my hair! I didn't expect you to wake up today. I would've washed my hair for this moment!" Lynch protests.
I claw at the thing in my throat again and this time Lynch helps me pull out the tube. I gesture to my throat and Lynch immediately hands me a glass of water. I gulp down the content before smiling back at Lynch.
"When's the last time you washed your hair?" I ask.
"At least about eight hours ago," Lynch sighs.
"I wish you were awake..." I mumble, because I don't want Lynch to just be in my dreams.
"Trust me, you don't. He's been going on and on about his conditioner ever since he woke up," I hear someone say from the door of the bright hospital room.
It's Blake.
"You're dead too?" I ask.
"Not today," Blake says and walks/rushes over to me. He crouches down by my bed - checking if I'm fine. "I can't believe you're finally awake," Blake mumbles with tears in his eyes.
