Writer's Café discussion

hiiii so i'm kenna and i'll probably just post a lot of terrible crap here so feel free to critique. :)

it's been a really long time since i've posted anything here so why the hell not

Life isn't what you think it is. No, please don't go! You have to listen to me! Nothing is as it seems. Oxygen is a drug, your dreams are glimpses of your past, and you need to wake up from your coma. You have to believe me. You need to stop breathing. Wake up! We need you... I need you.

idk how does it sound so far? should i keep writing?

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LIV

Everything seemed to go wrong in my life. For example; my endless stream of terrible boyfriends, the overwhelming pressure to be the best of the best from my parents, and not to mention the nightmares. The nightmares are the worst and despite what the internet says about all of those people you see in your dreams being someone you see in reality, I swear to god I have never seen him before.

Him as in the guy that appears in every single one of my nightmares. I always end up fighting next to him in some way or another, whether that be against actual people or monsters. The other dreams are blurred, but I know for sure that he's in all of them. But no matter how hard I think back, he never appears in my memory.

"Liv! Snap out of it!" My best friend Noelle snaps in front of my face.

I blink and turn to look at her blankly. "Huh?"

Noelle rolls her bright green eyes. She does this a lot, just so you are prepared for the endless amount of her 'sassy eye roll.' "I've been trying to get you out of whatever daydream you're in for ages. What the hell are you thinking about?"

I shake my head and turn back to my homework. We were in the school library trying to study for all of the usual end of the year tests, these ones being the most important of our twelve years of school since it was our last year of high school. Honestly, I didn't feel any different to how I felt in freshman year, or even the seventh grade.

There are always stories of how much high school changes you and about how you find your true self, but it never happened to me. I still don't feel anymore like myself than I did at the beginning of freshman year. I hardly even look any different... But I always have looked rather old for my age. The black hair is still chopped into a pixie, the gray eyes are still as stone cold as usual, and the ghostly pale skin is still being made fun of to this day.

Noelle rolled her eyes again--I told you she does this a lot--and turns back to her book. But, just as usual, she couldn't stop herself from going back to poking my private thoughts. "Olivia." She says bluntly.

I sigh and look back up, straight ahead with that 'I am truly struggling not to murder right now' kind of look. "What?"

"What is going on with you lately? Ever since last week you've been acting weird." Noelle tells me in her frustrated voice.

Last week. God, so much happened last week. All starting with almost drowning when I was pushed drunk into a pool at my first and last party. I couldn't breathe, obviously, and around the time that I went unconscious... I saw something weird. I keep trying to dismiss it as some kind of strangely vivid dream, but it felt so real.

Most of it is a blur, but there were three faces above me and I was lying in a bed. I recognized one of the faces immediately; it was that guy who's always in all of my nightmares. His eyes lit up. "Liv! Liv, stay with us! Please stay with us!" He cried.

Then I woke up in the hospital after being told that I was this close to dying. And maybe it was some kind of dream, but it seemed too real for that. Maybe there was something off in my life.

"LIV!" Noelle shouted at me which earned her a "shush!" from the librarian. She rolled her eyes again. "What the hell is wrong with you?" She hissed at me.

I shook my head. "Sorry, Elle... I'm a little out of it... I haven't been getting a lot of sleep lately." This wasn't entirely a lie; I truly hadn't been getting much sleep. But there were reasons a lot bigger than that as to why I couldn't possibly concentrate on much of anything.

Noelle leaned in. "Is it the nightmares?" She whispered.

I nodded and started tapping my pencil on my textbook while looking around the library for no apparent reason other than looking into Noelle's strangely intense eyes. I hated how interested she was in my nightmares. Her guesses as to why I had them didn't help soothe my nerves either.

"Maybe you should get checked by a doctor, Liv." She suggested.

I shook my head again. We all had our quirks; Liv with her eye rolling, me with my 'do any kind of action to avoid speaking,' and Clark with his permanent smirk plastered onto his face which drove me up the wall. Clark is my boyfriend, by the way. He's not the best, but he's all I have other than Noelle.

"Hey, Liv, I'm serious." Noelle snapped at me.

I sighed and turned to her. "I'm fine. Really." I lied.

Noelle rolled her eyes again and turned back to her homework. "Don't go staring off into space again. These tests are important. They are our entire future."

I let out a second sigh and continued studying despite hardly being able to concentrate no matter how hard I tried. Everything felt so wrong.

"Hey, babe, sorry I'm late." Clark--said boyfriend--leaned forward and pecked me on the lips before sitting across the table from Noelle and I. I smiled weakly at him and he furrowed his eyebrows. "What's wrong with you?"

"Liv is off daydreaming again." Noelle mumbled irritably.

Clark smirked. "What're you daydreaming about, hun?" He leaned across the table and rubbed his finger across my hand.

I pulled away. "I need to study." I told him firmly before looking down at my book. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Noelle shrugging at Clark.

"You on your period or something?" Clark asked me stonily.

I snapped my book shut with a loud crack and stood up. "I think that I'll go home."

"Wow! Liv, wait!" Noelle stood up and chased after me. She grabbed onto my arm and spun me around. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

I pulled away from her and started to walk away again, pausing at the door. I turned back around to face her. "I think that there's something wrong with me."

"Yeah, no shit." Noelle muttered.

"No, I'm serious. Like, I think that there's something honestly wrong with me." I felt my throat close up. Noelle stared at me with a mixture of concern and fear. I shook my head and walked out the door without saying anything else. Last time I had that vision, I'd almost died. Maybe if I almost die again, I can figure this whole thing out. But how?

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