Summary: In which you, a sick, bed ridden individual who could only dream for something different. A change, wakes up in a universe completely diffrent from your own.
All!AlienStage x GN!Reader
Just like the iconic illustration by Vincent Van Gogh, the sky was painted in a niche, inky black. A void that stretched into infinity. Flickers of white enhanced the canvas washed in darkness, like splotches of paint. Splayed, but brilliant. Just like a 'Starry Night Sky.' It was chilly, the frosty air seeping through the cracks of the open window, only a few centimetres wide. A sigh is drawn from your lips, a heavy one. But it was unknown whether it was from the lingering thoughts in your head, or because of the lack of warmth the fuzzy blanket on your lap failed to provide to your weak, scrawny body.
But this time, trapping the warmth of your breath beneath the palms of your hand, using it as a source of heat. Yes, the crisp air was the cause of goosebumps scattered along your skin, but it's times like this that this type of atmosphere was simply just needed.
You glance out the window, fingertips pressing against the glass pane that gradually went numb due to the cold. A few rooms below your own, was a busy street. People crowded them, dressed in warm attire, chunky coats, and thick, woolly scarves that covered half their faces. Although winters where you lived weren't flooded with pure snow, the tempratues still managed to crawl near negatives.
Fluorescent lights fought the darkness, shops, and stores glowed in rows all the way to the ends of bustling roads. By this time on a Friday night, townsfolk were most active. People hung out in big groups, whether they were families, friends, or couples who wanted to spend a day or a few hours in each other's presence.
You'd pray endlessly you could experience that type of exhilaration. But of course, those prayers remained unanswered and ignored.
You didn't specifically want to be anyone that loomed the streets, just someone who was able to walk down them with someone to call dear. Cheering, laughing. Having fun. But even you knew that, that would never happen. you weren't stupid. Even though your illness was always something sugarcoated and made to not make a big deal out off, you never missed a word said behind closed doors.
"Thanks ma.." She hands me a bowl of apples, carefully cut into bite-sized cubes. I accept it whole-heartedly, popping a slice into my mouth, with a satisfied hum. All of a sudden, the door growled as it slid open, revealing a tall man who seemed around his mid-thirties. He wore a lengthy, white coat which layered over a light-blue flannel and checkered tie. He wasn't the doctor I was used to seeing.
He cleared his throat and mom turned her head. "Miss.. [Last Name]... May I talk to you for a second?" He started and mom agreed, standing up from the stool she was sitting from. "I'll be back okay baby? Finish your fruit before I finish talking with the doctor." She comments. I nod and she holds my cheeks, pecking my forehead before exiting the room with the doctor.
The empty bowl sits on the side-table next to my bed. I tap my fingers against the sheets absent-mindedly, observing people stroll the sidewalks got boring eventually. Waiting seemed like forever, and it seemed like their 'chat' would drag on for awhile longer. Curiosity got the better of me, so I dangle my legs off the bed, carefully sliding down.
When my feet met the ground, it was freezing. Immediately my knees buckled, and I grab onto the heart monitor for support. It was enough to stabalise me. gripping the stand with two hands, I rolled it across the floor with me as I tramp my way towards the door. The glass on the sliding door was tinted. However, you could still make out a persons figure if you looked close enough.
Standing the heart monitor right next to me, I push my hands against the door, pressing my ear against the thin crack.
"--Unfortunately, because their immune system has been poor since birth, the severity of their illness worsened. I'm very sorry to inform you ma'am but... It's unlikely they'll make it past adulthood."
It happened many years back, but... It was a conversation imprinted to your brain. Of course it was, it was one that revloved around you, life, and death. The very things that construct the exsistance of a human being. You remember the pitiful look your mom had when she entered your room soon after. She was smiling, but that smile held no ounce of real joy, but endless suffering and saddness. A smile that covers up your initial death.
You weren't afraid of death. At least, not anymore. Everyday, you faced with death, and it's permanant. So now you just had to accept it, and so you did. It was funny because, you could just drop dead any second now. That was the most likely outcome. Unless... You'd live. Defying what would be considered the ideals. It all comes down to faith, if so, it wouldn't be impossible. But you didn't believe in miracles.
If miracles were a thing, then why do people still suffer? Death was inevitable, you were aware of that very much so. But still you question why a long list of how a person may die exisisted. Natural causes, accidents, or it being intentional. It was dumb but not something a person could prevent.
A yawn escapes your lips, and only then does the realisation kick in on now how late it was. You were too lost in your train of thoughts. You pull the window shut, flick the switch of the lamp off, then sink backward into your mattress with a content sigh. You snuggle underneath the blanket, shifting on your side, gazing at the door.
Maybe one day you could leave this building your too familiar with, to step out into the open and bathe in the warm sun that draws on your skin.
That'd be nice.
You close your eyes, letting those thoughts linger a little while longer. Etching a good image in your brain to help quicken your slumber. Soon, your conciousness begin to drift, all visions, fantasies dissolving into a watercolour blur. The faint buzzing in your ear fades into nothingness and you are greeted with a peace of mind.
The silence was loud, or rather, noise started to raise in volume. You could hear people speaking from outside your room, it was muffled but it sounded like there was multiple. You ignore it, rolling to your right in hopes to drown out the noise.
Even as you do, for some reason the noise grows more audible, louder. As if the persons speaking were coming closer and closer. You started to worry. Was someone in your room? It was prohibited for a doctor, nurse or anyone to enter your room unless a emergency were to arise... But you didn't hear your door open, and you felt fine. Still, you kept your eyes closed shut until a sudden bright light surpassed through your eyelids.
You shifted again, and you noticed your bed felt cold. It was uncomfortable, hard even. You spread your hands across your bed and it felt... Solid? Too suddenly for your liking, you feel a warm hand press against your forehead and your eyes snap open.
Immediately, you were welcomed with a radiance so bright you wince. You groan turning your head to the side, feeling a upcoming headache from the sudden light on your face. Only then did you realise something wasn't right. Maybe you realised it a little too late but...
"Hey, hey! Are you okay?" A female voice spoke. You stare at the girl with long, brown hair tied in a ponytail draped over her shoulder. Her big brown eyes boring into your own with immense curiousity, but mostly worry. Were you dreaming? If so, everything felt totally real. You felt nervous. You swallowed a lump in your throat, you can't remember the last you interacted with anyone your age. This should be the least of your worries yet here you are. Stumbling over your words as if this was your first human interaction for the time you've been living. Though, it wasn't exactly false either.
Your eyes dart left and right looking anywhere but the brunette in front of you. You notice a crowd was forming around the girl, or rather... You. Murmurs and whispers passed around quickly as holding a hot potato. You couldn't help but feel a rush of anxiousness.
"Oi! Why don't yous scram, ya'll clearly making them nervous with all the racket and noise..." The brunette scolded with a booming voice. Immediately, the crowed dispersed leaving you and the girl alone in a unfamiliar, corridoor. She leaned over, hands on her knees gleaming at you with a smile.
"You alright? People told me there was a student that collapsed in the hallway.. Huh... I don't think I've seen you around before..." You paused. Of course she didn't know you, you didn't even go to this school! Nonetheless, any school... You look around in a daze, big rooms which you assume were classrooms, and humongous windows where the sun glared right at you.
Definately NOT a hospital.
"Hey... Can you pinch me..?"
The girl looked at you with confusion but still complied to your request, pinching your arm. The stinging sensation that stayed on your arm was all the confirmation you needed to know you were in fact, not dreaming. Not long before that, a hazy feeling overtook your mind. Feeling light, you felt your body slam against floor. Your head took an even harder impact to the ground.
The last thing you heard while you were semi-concious was the girl freaking out over the sight of a person (You) fainting on spot again.
A/N: (( Ya'll..... Idk if this will reach the right people but I HOPE it does bc i js had the most greatest idea ever and I want to continue writing this fic... So fingers crossed! The story WILL be updated on wattpad... https://www.wattpad.com/user/KxnonN < check out my account if yous are interested! OR manually type it up lolz T_T ))
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