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Angela Crystalline had an accident. She went into a coma. As she wakes up, she notices things that are slightly different, slightly... unreal. As she begins to wander the pokemon world, in search of a place to go, she begins to wonder the same question:
'Did I wake up, am I still in a coma or... am I dead?'
Hello! This is a FanFic inspired by the two greatest programs I've ever seen, BBC's 'Life On Mars' and 'Ashes To Ashes'. It's about a girl named Angela Crystalline, who, one night, runs away from her family. She has an accident trying to get over the gate and goes into a coma, induced by severe cranial trauma. When she wakes up, things are slightly different, and she wonders if she's alive, her memory is dodgy, or if she is dead.
NOTE: She will not wake up until chapter One, which should hopefully come within the next few days. Enjoy, and please review!
The night was quiet. Angela Crystalline crept silently out of her room, determined to escape the death-trap mansion which she called home. Stepping out onto the landing, she cringed as the smallest of creaks echoed from beneath her feet. She waited for a few minutes but, once hearing no signs of movement, sighed and went on.
She had decided she was going to run away from her home a few weeks ago, when her boiling point had burst after spontaneous rows with her parents and multiple carers, and after she had been put under pressure to have a life completely controlled by her parents - they chose who she married, where she lived, if she had any kids, the lot - and she couldn’t bear it. She’d much rather have a life like any other normal person, than live in a madhouse like hers begin treated like a spoiled princess, and having no freedom without hours of lectures and letters with written permission.
She was coming up to the massive balcony that went around the first floor of her stately home. It’s polished floors and checkerboard tiles gleamed, even in the ominous glow of silvery moonlight that flowed in from the enormous, stained glass windows that curved around the front side of the ground floor.
A 3 metre wide staircase curved round form it, leading down to the floor below. A small tapping sound protruded from her soles as she padded down the marble steps. The huge large wooden door was within sights, and she was so relieved about finally getting out of the place that she broke into a run, making a noisy slapping sound. She heard a thud from upstairs, which made her freeze. In the ghastly silence of the manor, the footsteps of either her parents, or, Drew, the butler, could be heard very clearly.
The clatter of a door opening sent a jolt up her spine. The shadow, or reflection - she couldn’t really tell which - emerged from a doorway on the upper level. If she hadn’t known who it was before, she did know now - her father.
‘Angela? Angela! Return up here at once! I forbid you to take another step!’ he snarled. She couldn’t see it, but Angela could imagine his face turning a shade of red with anger. Angela backed away from the door.
‘No, dad, I wont! I’m going to go, and I’ll do whatever I want! I’m 17!’ she shouted back. He started coming down the steps hurriedly, and Angela could hear other people getting up and moving about.
‘NO! Angela, you take one more step, and you'll have hell to pay! You are my child until you come of age, and upon that time shall be guided to the greater good!’ he retorted. Angela fought back a scream.
‘Dad, for god’s sake, can’t you see that I’m not going to be twisted and controlled by you anymore! I'm going, so don't try to stop me!’ she replied, and made a grab for the door handle. Her dad, who had reached the bottom of the steps, charged for her, but she wrenched open the door and ran out, slamming it behind her.
She darted off at a fast pace, hearing the rattle of the door slamming against the wall, as her father proceeded after her. The gravel crunched underfoot, her pounding feet making footprints in the pebbles. Whizzing past the pokemon shaped hedges and trees, her eyes watered in the wind as she saw the gates at the end of the garden drive. She blinked tears out of her eyes, but they weren't tears of sadness - or tears of joy. She felt nothing for her family back at her home. She was treated like an object, uncared for, only brought along because her owners didn't knwo what to do with her. Her midn flashed for a moment to a book she ahd once read, called 'My Sisters Keeper'. It was only a flash, but it was enough. She tripped and fell, grazing her knees on the gravel path.
She scampered up, and turned around, to see if her father was still following her. He wasn't. She squinted, but the darkness of the night shrouded her home in a shadowy clsp, and all that was visible was an ominous shadow agaisnt the Moon. She began runnign full pelt towards the gates, not wanting to waste another horrible second of her life on this land. As she hit them, their mwetal rattling as she did, she heard a small alarm back at the hosue. She caught her breath. She'd heard it many times before. It was the sound of the Houndoom's cages been opened. They were trained not to kill, but to stop anyone from entering - or elaving, but they were taught that maiming was allowed, if neccessary. Angela guessed that a time like this qualified.
She scrambled on the rungs of the steel, hoistering herself up onto the second bar that ran across. she'd grabebd hold of the third and final on, from which she could climb over and slide down to the other side, when she could see the Houndoom' shadows spriting towards her. She pulled herself up, but the hellhound-ish dogs had reached the gate with incredible speed. They barked and growled, a gross saliva seeping through clenched, mank yet pearly white teeth. The pounced up at her, and it was the most she could do to kick one away. It whimpered and fell to the ground, but got back up again.
She levered herself up to the top, and flopped otno the other side, hanging on with her hands. She attempted to jump down, but her foot got caught between two fo the bars, and she fell, twisted, and fractured her bone. She screamed at the excrutiating pain, tears streamign down her face, but it was cut short when her head connected with the ground.
***
She sat up sharply. She was lying on a wet, muddy ground, in the middle of a marshy field. It was raining, and specks of raindrops bounced of her nose. She stood up, bog squelching under her shoes. She felt snapped grass behind her, and whirled around to see… a reflection of herself.
‘Hello Angela.’ it said. Angela stared, too shocked to say anything. The other her laughed. ‘I know, it’s quite a shock. You’ll get over it.’
Angela babbled garbage, but eventually came out with:
‘But you’re… me. And I’m you! No, I’m me! Who are you!? Give me my body back!” she said, beginning to panic. ‘Where am I anyway?’ she asked. The other Angela began to walk towards her and, as if by instinct, Angela began to back away.
‘You’re in hospital, Angela. I’m your consciousness. Your mind, your spirit, if you like. Your going into a coma as we speak, and you need to fight. Try to get out of it.’
Angela froze. Her hands started wobbling slightly.
‘A coma? What are you talking about?’ she asked.
The other Angela smiled, knowingly. ‘Running away from your home, away from your parents. You tried to climb over the gate. You fractured your leg, and your head cracked open. Literally, your skull cracked open. The only thing hiding your brain from sight was your hair. It's all patched up now of course.’
Angela stifled a gasp. She touched her head, hesitantly, but she could feel nothing. No signs of skull-cracking. The other Angela went on.
‘You were found later that morning by a jogger passing by. They called an ambulance, and you were brought to hospital. But time is running out, Angela. Time here, in your mind. Come on. You need to figure out how to get back, before your mind is closed off. Your mind, me, and… you.’
As the other Angela finished that sentence, an enormous pressure jammed into Angela’s chest. She stumbled backwards, clutching her chest area, as she felt a force slam into her again. She staggered backwards. The other Angela walked up to her, and whispered: ‘wake up, Angela’. She then made a pushing motion towards her chest and, suddenly, a violent force backed up against her. Angela was blown off her feet, and as her back slammed into the ground, everything lit up a blinding white…
'Did I wake up, am I still in a coma or... am I dead?'
Hello! This is a FanFic inspired by the two greatest programs I've ever seen, BBC's 'Life On Mars' and 'Ashes To Ashes'. It's about a girl named Angela Crystalline, who, one night, runs away from her family. She has an accident trying to get over the gate and goes into a coma, induced by severe cranial trauma. When she wakes up, things are slightly different, and she wonders if she's alive, her memory is dodgy, or if she is dead.
NOTE: She will not wake up until chapter One, which should hopefully come within the next few days. Enjoy, and please review!
The Crystalline Coma
Prologue
Prologue
The night was quiet. Angela Crystalline crept silently out of her room, determined to escape the death-trap mansion which she called home. Stepping out onto the landing, she cringed as the smallest of creaks echoed from beneath her feet. She waited for a few minutes but, once hearing no signs of movement, sighed and went on.
She had decided she was going to run away from her home a few weeks ago, when her boiling point had burst after spontaneous rows with her parents and multiple carers, and after she had been put under pressure to have a life completely controlled by her parents - they chose who she married, where she lived, if she had any kids, the lot - and she couldn’t bear it. She’d much rather have a life like any other normal person, than live in a madhouse like hers begin treated like a spoiled princess, and having no freedom without hours of lectures and letters with written permission.
She was coming up to the massive balcony that went around the first floor of her stately home. It’s polished floors and checkerboard tiles gleamed, even in the ominous glow of silvery moonlight that flowed in from the enormous, stained glass windows that curved around the front side of the ground floor.
A 3 metre wide staircase curved round form it, leading down to the floor below. A small tapping sound protruded from her soles as she padded down the marble steps. The huge large wooden door was within sights, and she was so relieved about finally getting out of the place that she broke into a run, making a noisy slapping sound. She heard a thud from upstairs, which made her freeze. In the ghastly silence of the manor, the footsteps of either her parents, or, Drew, the butler, could be heard very clearly.
The clatter of a door opening sent a jolt up her spine. The shadow, or reflection - she couldn’t really tell which - emerged from a doorway on the upper level. If she hadn’t known who it was before, she did know now - her father.
‘Angela? Angela! Return up here at once! I forbid you to take another step!’ he snarled. She couldn’t see it, but Angela could imagine his face turning a shade of red with anger. Angela backed away from the door.
‘No, dad, I wont! I’m going to go, and I’ll do whatever I want! I’m 17!’ she shouted back. He started coming down the steps hurriedly, and Angela could hear other people getting up and moving about.
‘NO! Angela, you take one more step, and you'll have hell to pay! You are my child until you come of age, and upon that time shall be guided to the greater good!’ he retorted. Angela fought back a scream.
‘Dad, for god’s sake, can’t you see that I’m not going to be twisted and controlled by you anymore! I'm going, so don't try to stop me!’ she replied, and made a grab for the door handle. Her dad, who had reached the bottom of the steps, charged for her, but she wrenched open the door and ran out, slamming it behind her.
She darted off at a fast pace, hearing the rattle of the door slamming against the wall, as her father proceeded after her. The gravel crunched underfoot, her pounding feet making footprints in the pebbles. Whizzing past the pokemon shaped hedges and trees, her eyes watered in the wind as she saw the gates at the end of the garden drive. She blinked tears out of her eyes, but they weren't tears of sadness - or tears of joy. She felt nothing for her family back at her home. She was treated like an object, uncared for, only brought along because her owners didn't knwo what to do with her. Her midn flashed for a moment to a book she ahd once read, called 'My Sisters Keeper'. It was only a flash, but it was enough. She tripped and fell, grazing her knees on the gravel path.
She scampered up, and turned around, to see if her father was still following her. He wasn't. She squinted, but the darkness of the night shrouded her home in a shadowy clsp, and all that was visible was an ominous shadow agaisnt the Moon. She began runnign full pelt towards the gates, not wanting to waste another horrible second of her life on this land. As she hit them, their mwetal rattling as she did, she heard a small alarm back at the hosue. She caught her breath. She'd heard it many times before. It was the sound of the Houndoom's cages been opened. They were trained not to kill, but to stop anyone from entering - or elaving, but they were taught that maiming was allowed, if neccessary. Angela guessed that a time like this qualified.
She scrambled on the rungs of the steel, hoistering herself up onto the second bar that ran across. she'd grabebd hold of the third and final on, from which she could climb over and slide down to the other side, when she could see the Houndoom' shadows spriting towards her. She pulled herself up, but the hellhound-ish dogs had reached the gate with incredible speed. They barked and growled, a gross saliva seeping through clenched, mank yet pearly white teeth. The pounced up at her, and it was the most she could do to kick one away. It whimpered and fell to the ground, but got back up again.
She levered herself up to the top, and flopped otno the other side, hanging on with her hands. She attempted to jump down, but her foot got caught between two fo the bars, and she fell, twisted, and fractured her bone. She screamed at the excrutiating pain, tears streamign down her face, but it was cut short when her head connected with the ground.
***
She sat up sharply. She was lying on a wet, muddy ground, in the middle of a marshy field. It was raining, and specks of raindrops bounced of her nose. She stood up, bog squelching under her shoes. She felt snapped grass behind her, and whirled around to see… a reflection of herself.
‘Hello Angela.’ it said. Angela stared, too shocked to say anything. The other her laughed. ‘I know, it’s quite a shock. You’ll get over it.’
Angela babbled garbage, but eventually came out with:
‘But you’re… me. And I’m you! No, I’m me! Who are you!? Give me my body back!” she said, beginning to panic. ‘Where am I anyway?’ she asked. The other Angela began to walk towards her and, as if by instinct, Angela began to back away.
‘You’re in hospital, Angela. I’m your consciousness. Your mind, your spirit, if you like. Your going into a coma as we speak, and you need to fight. Try to get out of it.’
Angela froze. Her hands started wobbling slightly.
‘A coma? What are you talking about?’ she asked.
The other Angela smiled, knowingly. ‘Running away from your home, away from your parents. You tried to climb over the gate. You fractured your leg, and your head cracked open. Literally, your skull cracked open. The only thing hiding your brain from sight was your hair. It's all patched up now of course.’
Angela stifled a gasp. She touched her head, hesitantly, but she could feel nothing. No signs of skull-cracking. The other Angela went on.
‘You were found later that morning by a jogger passing by. They called an ambulance, and you were brought to hospital. But time is running out, Angela. Time here, in your mind. Come on. You need to figure out how to get back, before your mind is closed off. Your mind, me, and… you.’
As the other Angela finished that sentence, an enormous pressure jammed into Angela’s chest. She stumbled backwards, clutching her chest area, as she felt a force slam into her again. She staggered backwards. The other Angela walked up to her, and whispered: ‘wake up, Angela’. She then made a pushing motion towards her chest and, suddenly, a violent force backed up against her. Angela was blown off her feet, and as her back slammed into the ground, everything lit up a blinding white…
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