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Life For Fantasy

Novel By: Ashley Marie
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Alice Colosant was your average, fifteen-year-old sophomore girl. Adorable boyfriend, decent grades, crazy friends that got her in trouble, and that one person who drove her to the edge continuously. One night, as she's wandering the neighborhood for her missing dog, she falls victim to a drunk driver. Ending up in the hospital, she falls into a deep coma where the world is completely different from her own. Finding herself in different surroundings, Alice struggles to find the difference between reality and dream. But as she begins to get used to the new world, her life is slowly starts to come to an end and she is forced to choose, will she escape her undisturbed slumber? Or will she trade Life for Fantasy? View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jun 11, 2009    Reads: 62    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


"What the hell are you doing here?" Edie screamed. "You did this to her! Get the fuck out of here!"

"It wasn't my fault, I wasn't driving," Dario replied, voice shaking a bit, obviously not used to a girl as fair skinned as porcelain and three or four times smaller than himself turning into the devil herself.

"Not your fault my ass! You have you god damn license why the fuck weren't you driving?" She screamed again.

"Edie, calm down," Michel began, but Edie turned on him.

"I will not calm down! One of my best friends is in a fucking coma because of this jack ass! What I'm wondering is why you aren't doing this instead of me!"Dario stuttered.

"I'm, I'm sorry,"

"No shit you're sorry, Sherlock! Now get the hell out of here!"She roared, turning on her boyfriend. I could feel her glare even if I couldn't see it. The opening of a door sank through my mind as Dario began to leave, conscience tugging at him, and I could see the face he was making in my mind. Regret, I'd seen it so many times before. I wanted to hug him and whisper that it was ok. That I was ok. Why did I continue to have dreams like this? Nothing was wrong with me. "I said out!" She screamed, and there was a loud slamming of the door when I bolted awake. In a cold sweat I looked around, heart racing as I gazed through the curtains that hid me from the rest of my room.

"Edie,"

"Shut up, Justin!"

"Edie," I whispered her name softly as her voice rang in my mind. Hugging my knees to my chest, I cried into them, this was so much. Too much. I wept. I wept for Edie. I wept for my little brother Erin. I wept for my dad. I wept for my mom. I wept for Michel. And I wept for Dario, who I secretly knew I was still in love with. I couldn't take it any more. I jumped up from my bed and swung the lace-like things out of my way as leapt to my window. "Edie," I said again. Where was she? She had to be somewhere. Looking out my window, I saw nothing but the street below and the buildings around me. I rushed to the kitchen, frantically looking around. "Edie!" I hissed, "Edie!" Nobody. Running to the front door, I opened it, hoping that Dario stayed by the door, hoping to see him, if nobody else. He for some reason made me feel… free, defiant, exotic. Looking around, I saw no one. "Dario!" I cried, looking around. "Dario! I'm awake, it's Alice, Dario!" I looked around, once again, no one. "Dario!" I fell to my knees half way down the stairs, clinging to the railing as tears poured down my cheeks.

"Devin!" Someone yelled, but I didn't turn. My name was Alice Colosant. Not Devin Jones. "Devin, what happened?" Warm hands wrapped around me, but I stood up, shrugging them off.

"Don't touch me!" I cried, looking, but not actually seeing Jeffery who sat there, looking up at me.

"What's going on?" He asked me, concern in his voice, and I fell into his arms, sobbing into his shoulder. "Shhh, shhh," he cooed running his hands through my sweat soaked hair. I rubbed my face into his shoulder, trying to rub my face dry. "Who's Dario?" He asked me, and I shook my head. I couldn't blow my cover. I couldn't.

"I don't know," I wept through the lie, tears flowing faster. "I don't know!"

"It's ok, it's ok," he said gently, continuing to run his hands through my hair. "Shhh, sweetheart. It's ok, come on, let's get you back upstairs." He finished, helping me up. I clung to his arm as we made our way back up the stairs and to the apartment. I wondered why no one else was out side, but I didn't care. I wanted Dario. I wanted Edie. I wanted someone who understood me, who knew me better than anyone else. He made me a warm cup of tea, but all I wanted to do was go to bed. If I stayed up to talk, I would spill it all.

The next day, I pretended that nothing happened. I was smiley. I was bright. I was charming. But most of all, I was Devin Jones. I let it go. That day was better the day before, perhaps it was because I was using my acting skills? Alessandro still believed that I was lying, but he was the only one, and I tried not to let it get to me. I discovered I could let my life out in my writings, and relaxed. It was easy for me, my life story was coming out of my pen, it was incredible. The teacher was impressed, but I refused to let him read it aloud. No one but he and I would know what I'd been through. At lunch, I escaped to the library, reading and writing more than I was instructed to, then disappeared before that infamous Italian could follow suit. Unfortunately that fa�ade lasted only for about a week. I was perfect during the days, but my nights were haunted with the faces of my friends and family, and the day I looked my worst, the library was closed. I'd been going to this school for about, like I'd said, a week now. I'd started the Monday of last week, and I found myself hating the day all over again. With a groan I made my way over to the lunch line, keeping my head down as I piled on the spaghetti like noodles and sauce onto my Styrofoam plate. After I paid, I looked around for an empty table, standing there all awkward like with people passing me and joining their friends. Oh how I wished the new Edie, Adriana, was there. Spotting an old tree that no one seemed to be occupying, I approached it, sitting in the shade near the school fence, and taking slow bites of my lunch. When I finished, I pushed the plate aside, content with throwing it away after I took a short nap. I cuddled into the cool bark of the tree and shut my eyes, at that moment forgetting about the nightmare because I was just so damn tired. I was soon engulfed in a dreamless sleep, for the most part. I saw faces, but they were just smiling at me, frozen in time and I sat there happily, gazing at the familiar faces like a little lost puppy would. Happy that they were there.

"Bambina, unless you're planning on skipping and getting caught, I'd get up if I were you," A voice called to me, but I ignored it. I was busy staring happily at the faces. "Bambina," The voice grew closer to my face, and I groaned, shrugging it off, my face all crunched up. Edie and Michel's expressions seemed to swirl, along with Dario's and my little brothers. "Time to wake up, Bella," The voice said again, and I shot up as the faces disappeared.

"No!" I cried, hyperventilating as did so. My eyes were wide, with deep circles underneath them. As they gazed around for my friends and family, they fell upon Alessandro, who was sprawled out in front of me, laughing lightly. Scrunching up my face again, I glared at him. "What?" I demanded angrily, and he shook his head.

"Nothing." He replied, standing up. He walked over to me and extended a hand with a dazzling smile, but I ignored it as I looked up at him.

"I can get up myself, thank you very much!" I yelled, holding onto the tree for support as I pulled myself up. My vision went black though as I did, and I fell against the bark, holding tightly to the limbs to keep from toppling to the ground.

"Oddio!" He cried in Italian, grabbing my arm to stand me up straight.

"I'm fine!" I said groggily, trying to shrug him off. "I just haven't gotten a lot of sleep lately, I'm fine," A yawn escaped my lips as I ran a hand through my now disheveled hair.

"Let's get you to the nurse," He said nervously, but I shook my head.

"I'm good, just, hand me my bag, k?" I asked him, keeping my eyes closed and a hand on my head. He shook his head however.

"We're going to the nurse."

"I'm fine!" I yelled, jerking my head sharply to look at him, which was a horrible idea. My vision went away again, and my legs gave way. He caught me just in time, however, and helped me up. "Ok," I said, slurring my words a bit. "To the nurse," I pointed forward with my fingers, and he laughed, shaking his head before helping me to the nurses office.

"What did you do, Alessandro?" I could hear the nurse yell as she rushed over to us.

"I didn't do anything! She was passed out near the oak and I woke her up so she wouldn't be late to class!"

"Oh I highly doubt that!" She snapped, helping me sit down on one of the beds.

"I'm fine, just 'aven't got much sleep's all," I slurred, so ready to just collapse against the bed. "He ain't done jack."

"And I'm a one legged dog," She replied sarcastically, pulling out a thing with a light attached to it. Holding my eyebrow up she checked my eyes.

"Why do all of you think that it was me who did something?" Alessandro yelled, then stopped. "Never mind, I forgot how fuckin' racist this god damn school is." He growled and without looking the nurse replied.

"Robert!" She yelled, and in walked the guidance counselor, grabbing him by the arms. I shook my head.

"He didn't do anything! God, what the hell is going on? I swear, I haven't been getting much sleep lately and Alessandro found me! Is it that hard to believe?" I demanded angrily. God I was tired. I was not going to put up with this shit right now. At that, the nurse and Mr. Mallory just looked at me before letting go of Alessandro. He pushed Mr. Mallory away who pushed him right back. I looked sleepily at the both of them. "Alessandro, go to class, or wherever it is that you go, I'll… I'll see you later," I yawned, and he looked at me for a moment before shouldering the large, ex prison guard/counselor, on his way out. When he left, the nurse turned to me, and I smiled goofily. "I'm going to sleep now," I said, and collapsed on the bed, drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

Jeffery and Penny came and picked me up not long afterward, talking to the nurse who instructed them to take me to the doctor for sleep. So we left, then quickly made it to the doctors office who had an opening that day. So we're sitting there, me feeling a bit better as I crossed my plaid covered legs over on the medical table. "So what keeps you awake?" He asked me, and I shook my head.

"Nightmares," I yawned, and he nodded his head before turning to Jeffery.

"I'll prescribe this right here," he said, pointing to the sheet of paper, and Jeff nodded before Penny wrapped me in a big hug.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," I grumbled sleepily, hopping off the paper and landing on my brown pumps. We left not long after that, picking up my prescription and heading home. When we finally got there, Jeff explained what it did, how it helped me sleep and would just keep me refreshed and stuff, so with a quick shower and meal, I went to bed with two of those sleeping pills in my system. I slept dreamlessly again, waking up that morning completely and utterly refreshed and ready for the day ahead.

"Are you sure you're alright to go to school?" Penny worried, and I smiled brightly.

"I'm sure," Was my response before taking a banana and peeling it.

"You ready?" Jeff asked me, tilting his blonde head to the side, eyes shining, and I nodded. We walked down to the car, and he dropped me off, smiling all the while. "I'm really glad you're ok, we were really worried about you." He said softly, and I smiled.

"I'm fine, I'm tough, It'll take more than just a bit of missed sleep to get to me," I stated broadly as I began to get out of the car.

"I know you are, take it easy at school, ok?" I nodded, stepping out, but he grabbed my hand, stopping me mid-leaving. His gaze grew dark. "And stay away from that Italian boy, do you understand? He and his whole group of friends are trouble." I furrowed my brow.

"What do you mean?" I asked, and he shook his head.

"Just do it, please," he said, concern echoing his voice, and I nodded.

"Sure, whatever you say," My lie was sweet and smooth. I promised Alessandro that I'd see him later. I was going to see him whether Jeffery or anyone else wanted me to or not. Seeming to believe me, he let go of my hand and drove off. I watched with a sudden determination before looking around. Now, where was that Italian boy?





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