Fanfic

Part eight

I woke up and eveything was white around me. I stood in the middle of nowhere. I walked around a little and the only thing I could hear was the sound from my footsteps.

"Anybody here?! Where am I?!" I shouted and looked around. I heard some footstpes behind me and looked around. My brother was standing behind me. I got a chock. This had to be a dream.

He just stood there and looked sad.

"Noah, where am I?" I asked again, "This isn't real, isn't it?"

My voice almost bursted.

"You're nowhere. In fact this place is only in your imagination", he said. His voice was just as I remebered it.

"Why am I here?" I asked and looked around. All suddenly the white void turned into an old room. It wasn't just any room, it was our old grandmothers living room before BL/ind. The old arm-chair was as I remebered it. I tried to touch it but my hand went right through the funriture.

"You've got a choice, go back or stay here", he said and sat down in one of the armchairs. Why could he do that while my body went straight through?

"Go back to where?" I asked, "not to the city?"

"No, I mean back to where you left yourself"

I thought about where I was just before I got to my imagniation world. I thought about the pigs, how they tried to smash my body to pieces and then I thought about the Killjoys, and about Fun Ghoul. I couldn't stay here, I had to go back.

"I want to go back, that's my life. Not here, not anywhere else", as I said those words Noah smiled and I fell down in the darkness again.

I opened my eyes again, I could only see through a small slot and very foggy. This time it wasn't like before. My whole body was in pain. I tried to move my fingers and noticed that someone was holding my hand. I aslo noticed that it wasn't a cold concrete flood that I was laying on but in a bed. When I tried to breath my lungs hurted so bad and the only thing to do about it was to breath slow and not too deep. I tried to move my fingers again and felt that whoever held my hand reacted.

"Hey, you're awake", I heard Fun Ghoul's voice. I couldn't see him propperly because of my eyes didn't want to focus on anything.

"It hurts", I said. My voice wasn't more than a scilent wisper.

"I know sweetheart, I know", my eyes finally wanted to focus and I could see his face. He looked happy and in the same time worried, "I promise that I never will leave you alone again"

"Who are you? My father?" I wispered and smiled a little. I couldn't laugh, my lungs hurted too much, some of my ribs were probably broken. He laughed.

"You never know, right", he said and winked, "Well this I'm not saying as your father but as your friend, I'm glad you woke up"

I smiled and tried to move a little. It hurted so bad I had to give in.

"Woha, take it easy! The best thing for you to do now is probly to eat something and then rest", he went off and got some food for me. I felt like a baby unable to eat by myself.

"You should try and get some more sleep, I'll be here when you wake up", he said and kissed my forehead.

I close my eyes, tried to forget about the pain and not take too deep breaths. It wasn't very hard to fall asleep, my body was weak and I needed to rest. The recovery would take so long time and it would be a hell.

I fell asleep again. This time I wasn't unconscious I was actually sleeping. Flying around on pink clouds. In my dreams eveyrhing was okay. No pain, no problems, no BL/ind.

When I woke up again the room was dark. The pain was there and it hurted so bad. I tried not to scream or moan when I moved a little. It hurted so much.

I mumbled some swears for myself. At least this time I hadn't put myself into the trouble. It was the stupid pigs and their leader.

The room was dark but not enough for me to not see anything. I looked around. Fun Ghoul was sitting in the arm-chair sleeping.

I felt so useless laying there unable to do anything and just being in pain. I decided to try to fall asleep again.

After a week a tried to sit up and after almost a month everything was okay again. Except the ribs and my shoulder. I couldn't laugh or cough and I couldn't use my left arm as much as I'd like to. The buises had been deep blu for a long time but were as good as gone.

There had been momenst when I just wanted to scream out my pain and momenst when I felt like I was compleatly recoverd. The moments when I felt recoverd often ended up with gasping for air because of too much laughing and too much pain in my ribs.

Even the horrible things that had happened the athmosphere in the Killjoys was really great. The others sitll hadn't found out about me and Fun Ghoul wich was a huge suprise for both of us. We were unseparateable.

It was time. I was finally well enough to go out again and we decided to get some food. We were runing out of those food cans and it was about time to get some more.

I was so excited.

"C'mon we're leaving now", said Jet-Star and I almost ran to the door, "Oh my, take it easy"

"I've been as good as locked up in this house for two months, why the hell should I take it easy?" I said and smiled.

"Aly!", I heard Fun Ghoul shouting, "Where's my gun?"

"I'm not your fucking mother, take care of you own shit, and why should I know? But only because you're asking I can tell you a secret. It's on your belt!"

He looked, laughed and walked outside. I couldn't help it, I ran after him and jumped up on his back.

"To the car!" I shouted and he carried me on his back to the car. We were like two kids and we both laughed at least he did so, I couldn't laugh too much or my ribs would hurt.

"You two are like two kids", said Party Poison and sat down in the car. Kobra Kid and Jet-Star sat down in the car as well.

The car went off with a roar. It was nice to feel the wind in my face again, the Killjoys constant talking and the music streaming out from the loudspeakers.

We were heading for a place near BL/ind's new inventory. The best thing would be to take on of the trucks coming with the food instead of break into the inventory.

It was about to get dark and Party Poison parked the car behind a hill and turned it off. Now it was just to wait. The time that had flewn by before was moving so slow. I tried to figure out the time but since the Killjoys didn't care about what time it was none of us cared about counting the time.

... To Be Continued...

I felt like I have to get this out, now. So I'll write more later.