Beanie Kids Forum - An Unnamed Story For Now.

BEFORE ANYONE ASKS: This is just a rough drafty type thing, if there's good feedback I'll continue.

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I woke up in a hurry, my heart pounding. I thought my dream was real; but when I woke up… I was calm. “Scarlet,” my mother’s voice echoed. I blinked hard and then found the strength to get off my bed. I walked (if walking is shivering the whole way and feeling like you’re going to die) slowing down the hall. The long, tile hall seemed to go forever. The paintings on the wall seemed to repeat every time I blinked. Finally, I found the door. I went through and sat on the couch. Well, I collapsed would be a better statement. My mind was spinning. “Good morning,” my mother said, uncertainly.
I yawned. “Hi…”
“What’s your problem?” she growled.
“Hardly… didn’t sleep at all last night. Bad dreams.”
She nodded. She grabbed the porcelain bowl containing a sweet scented chocolate éclair. Dad’s a baker, you see and he always donates what’s left from the night to us. We’re trying to get enough money for him to open a store. He’s the best baker in the world. I grasped the éclair, its sweet scent drifting through the house. I opened my mouth and took a bite. Delicious was an understatement… the chocolate just seemed to melt in my mouth; the cream flooded my taste buds. I almost screamed and showered it in adoration. I continued to eat it, my stomach empty. I finished it and topped it off with two more and a glass of milk. Mum could see how pale I was so she collected my dishes and gave them a quick scrub over the sink, then putting them in the dish washer. The sound of just the water from the sink seemed to make my brain literally turn into goo; a painful process, might I say. “You up for going to school today?” my mother said quietly.
I closed my eyes and relaxed my head on the recliner. I only wanted to sleep and get this vile feeling out of me. “No,” I whispered.
She didn’t reply, which annoyed me. She usually bribes me into going to school, despite asking me if I’m up for it. It felt bad, because I knew I was really sick. Mum gave me a glass of water and a painkiller. As I swallowed it down, the sound of numbers being dialled ringed in my ears. I closed my eyes and listened.
“Hi, I’d like to book an appointment for as soon as possible… No, it’s not something that needs to be taken up with an ambulance… 9:45? We’ll take that then, please… She’s very pale, has a headache and her stomach isn’t in a great mood…Her name? Oh, right. Scarlet James… Okay, we’ll see you then. Goodbye.”
And with that, I dozed off.