Inside My Skull (C)

This is a story that I'm writing, and sorry if this is in the wrong section for I wasn't sure. Please don't nag me for the chapters for being so short, but I don't like typing forever xD. Do not steal my story please, I put alot of work into this. I will update this page with new chapters whenever, and after the page starts to grow I will take away chapters. If there are a few chapters missing that you haven't read, message me and I will send them. Thank you and critiquing is welcomed ^_^<br>NOTE: Grammar and spelling may not be correct.<br><br><br><br><span style="font-weight:bold"><span style="text-decoration:underline">Prolouge</span></span><br>Inside my skull is about a fifteen year old girl named Kianna who is diagnosed with a fatal brain disease that will change her life forever. Kianna lived her life taking tests, getting surgeries, and taking risks every moment of her life. The day before her birthday, Kianna started to complain of migrains that she usually got. Except later in the day, when Kianna ate dinner, they grew horid and she didn't tell anyone. By the time she had fallen into a deep sleep, Kianna died and she is now stuck inside her dream forever. The doctors were unsure how she died and why her headaches grew, but they know one thing, she's never coming back. <br><br><span style="font-weight:bold"><span style="text-decoration:underline">Chapter I: Going to Sleep</span></span><br>It was11:00 p.m. and my migrains were becoming something I never felt before. I wanted to scream and make it go away, but that never worked. It was as if someone kept hitting me in the head and wouldn't stop because they loved seeing me in pain. I was dreadfully tired and wanted to fall into my dream, the only place I was not hurting. I walked slowly down the hallway feeling dizzy, and went into the bathroom to take more medication. I downed at least seven pills that night, four more than I should have. It was a mistake, but I just wanted the pain and horror to go away. I looked at myslef in the bathroom mirror and yawned from the pills making me drouzy. <br><br>My face, the ugliest one you would ever see. Bags under bags below my eyes, scars on my fore head from surgeries, cracked lips from the cold winter, and tear streaks stained on my face. I look at the person who was looking back at me and began to feel my eyes burn. I began to cry horribly in discrace of what I had become, and what little it took to get like this. I knew I was sick and I knew that I would die soon, but I just wanted to sleep and not have to look in that mirror ever again. I turned the light off to the bathroom and head down the hall again. <br><br>I crept slowly near my parents room and looked in quietly. They were sleeping peacfully and dreaming of wonderful thing that didn't include me. I closed their door and let my head drop down. I'm sorry I didn't tell you that my migrains were hurting more and more. I'm sorry I wasn't a perfect girl that you wanted. I'm sorry I didn't make you proud, and I'm sorry for not saying goodbye. <br><br>I lifted my head up and slowly crept to my room where I would would spend the last moments of my life. I opened my door to my death bed slowly and stared at the pillows which were calling my name. The blanket rose from the air and slowly flew over towards me. It cluctched it's grip around me carrying me to my death bed. The blanket dropped me on my death bed and slowly wrapped itself around me keeping me warm. The pillows began to sing and whisper quietly in my ears to calm me down. I started to drift away from reality and started to feel my room spin. I tried to escape from it and regret not telling my parents goodbye, but my feet said no and the floor was lava. The door started to shrink very slowly that eventually it disappeared from to where. <br><br>I layed in my death bed with nothing around me, except for my talking pillows and feet, and my warm blanket. I started to feel my heart and brain drum together in harmony at a fast pace, each thump and pound getting louder and louder than the last. My eyes began to close by themselves as I tried to keep them open. I lost feeling in every body part except for my brain and heart wich were still drumming. I reluctantly gave up and fell asleep, into a deep non-existing sleep forever. My name is Kianna and I died with only seven hours, thirty-seven minutes and sixteen seconds until my birthday. <br><br><span style="font-weight:bold"><span style="text-decoration:underline">Chapter II: The Little Black Pit</span></span><br>I just layed in my bed watching nothing but the darkness, and listening to the quiet chatter of my pillows, blanket, feet and the soft drumming of my heart and brain. The blankets were releasing their grip and I could finally breathe better. My feet stopped their crying and started to hum a song along with the blanket and pillows. I tried sitting up but fell backwards from being dizzy still. I slowly pulled myself to the side of the bed and looked to see if there was anymore lava. When I got closer I couldn't see anything, due to the darkness, but I assumed if there was lave the room would be lit with dancing flames on the wall and I would be sweating by now. I glanced around the room more trying to hope for just a crack of light that slipped through somewhere, but there was none. <br><br>Where was this so called light that would tell me I was going to heaven? Or was I in a forever pit of darkness that was considered my Hell? I began to worry, no panicking, and started to think of the worst possible situations. Hello, is anyone there? What is going on here? I though I was a good person, shouldn't I be seeing a light? Please, anyone or anything hear my cry! I'm sorry for not saying goodbye to my parents! Please don't send me to Hell for that! The tears started to pour out of my eyes and I felt like God and the Devil were both on vacation an forgot where to put me. The tears would not stop even if I pressed my thumb against the corner of my eyes. I wanted to stop crying but some kind of force wasn't letting me, litteraly. I felt a creak and heard my chattering linen and feet start to scream. Please, stop screaming! What's wrong, nothing is wrong? It is fine! <br><br>I heard the bed creak a little more and felt like I was slightly rising. I looked over the side of the bed and saw water that started to fill up my little dark pit. I tried to figure out where the water was coming, a leak in the wall, a spout from above? After searching as best as i could I realized that I was still crying and I didn't even know of it. My tears! They were the cause of it, and I had to find a way to stop my self from crying. I wasn't even sad anymore but my face was still leaking with gallons of water, and if I didn't stop soon I would drowned in my little pit.<br><br>I tried everything! I burried my face into my pillows and screamed, but then they started to cry, which didn't help at all. I took the covers and wrapped them around my face to soak up any tears, but eventually they became soaked. My face began to burn from all of the salt that got on my face from my tears. So this is what God and the Devil did to humans they didn't have time or room for, well that's just great. A nice slow painfull death in your own tears.. I was almost reaching the top of my black pit and started to think of the good memories before I went to nowhere forever. I remembered the time my dad use to play with me outside on our swing set, the time my mom and I use to bake together. I thought of all the happy memories that I could think of until something happened.<br><br>My tears, they started to stop leaking from my face. They had stopped I did it! I began to chear and sit dance until the bed started to shake and I almost fell off. I gave my pillows a big hug and kissed them so many times the pillows turned a slight pink and they started to giggle. I wrapped my arms around my blanket and never felt warmer in my life. The blanket returned the hug and wrapped itself around me to make me relax. What a relief I wasn't going to go to a nowhere place, I was going to go to heaven or hell, of course preferably heaven. <br><br><span style="font-weight:bold"><span style="text-decoration:underline">Chapter III: Awaiting</span></span><br>I just sat in my bed waiting for them, god and the devil, to get back from wherever they were and decide where to place me. It was still pitch black and I had nothing to keep my self busy in that time. I just sat there thinking of what heaven was like, twirling my tangled hair between my fingers. I imagined heaven as a great place where no troubles occurred, and only the happiest memories were brought back. You could do whatever you wanted to, when you wanted to, and where you wanted to. So far heaven seemed like the eighth wonder of the world. And as far as hell, all I knew was that I didn’t want to go there. Hell to me was the exact opposite of heaven. The worst memories haunted you forever, seeming to get their joy. You would always have to be under stern control, only being able to breathe, blink, eat, and work. Worst of all you would eat the same food for the rest of your life, split pea soup. <br><br>I hated split pea soup so much! It brought back memories of my horrid great aunt Marge. Every time I went over her house for fun, as my said, she made me massage her feat and the only thing we ate was the wretched split pea soup. Bleck! Though if I was forced to eat split pea soup at this point I wouldn’t mind, because my stomach felt like it was eating itself from starvation. It’s just not fair why I must wait, why can’t I just go on my way? <br><br>I hate this black pit so much! The air smells and tastes damp of old salty tears, and not too mention the smell! The bed was beginning to rot from soaking up the tears, and it left a flooded basement smell. Eventually the bed and I would shrivel up and we would sink to the bottom of this deep, dark, sad pit. Urgh! Why won’t you just die you stupid pit!? Why won’t your rocky walls just break open, letting me out to whatever is out there?! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! <br><br>Oh boy did I let out an echo that I didn’t know I had. The after started to tremble and my bed started shaking. My pillows and blankets started to shake and I grabbed them for comfort. I burrowed under my blanket, letting my head pop out a little bit, and rest of my pillow. Then my pit started to shake magnificently, letting out a roar. I closed my eyes from fear and started to join in on the shaking. I bit my lip and peaked out of the corner of my eye to see the site before me. The wall of the pit at the very top, which I was near, started to crack letting little pebbles shower from it. I covered my head with my hands and the shaking pillows, and watched the crack grow, out of the corner of my eyes.<br><br><span style="font-weight:bold"><span style="text-decoration:underline">Chapter IV: The Sky is Falling!</span></span><br>The crack just started to grow and grow, letting more and more pebbles fall to my head. They showered down on me one by one, each one seeming bigger than the other. I peered out of my blanket to watch the crack, now seeming more like a massive hole, grow. Suddenly pebbles grew to stones, which grew to rocks, which started to grow to brick like rocks! I cowered under my blanket and threw the pillows over my head, thinking about the tornado drills at my school. I was waiting for the worse to happen, the whole entire ceiling of my pit falling down on to me! I would be pulverized, smashed like an ant under a shoe. Was this Heaven and Hell's way of saying to be patient, or had they finally decided where I was going, and this was the way I was getting there? <br><br>All of these thoughts were running through my head while the bricks were coming down on me. I could feel the impact on my back, from the bricks, sending a sharp intense pain through me. The falling of my ceiling went on for an estimated three long minutes, and that’s when it stopped. I cautiously slipped my head out of the opening of the blanket and suddenly I was blinded. There was a light shining so bright like the morning light, making me react like I had seen light for the first time. I quickly shuttered under my blanket and rubbed my eyes to comfort them. I slowly got out from under my blanket, not wanting to be blinded again, and looked at the debris around me. <br><br>I brushed off all of the broken rock that was on me into the teary water, feeling the water splash back up and kiss me. I heard a quiet sniffling, and looked towards the sound to find my pillows crying. I looked them right to left and had found that the rocks had done quite some damage to them. Only a few holes here and there, but I sure wouldn’t want a few holes here and there like that done to me. I quickly mended them picking out all the rock pieces and pushed back all the stuffing that had fallen out. Since I had no sewing items, that was the best I could do for now. I had quickly remembered about that bright light and the ceiling falling, and looked up. The ceiling was completely gone and through what use to be the ceiling, peered the bright light. The thought of heaven popped in my mind, and I knew right away that I was going to heaven.<br><br>Oh my God, excuse me for using your name like this, but I see the light, I see it! Oh thank you, thank you, thank you! I knew you would choose me God, even though you could have decided earlier. But thank you, thank you, thank you! So I guess I’ll just wait here now until I get lifted up or something. I sat on my bed hugging my blankets and pillows with glee not wanting to let go. I just stared at the light, wanting to be ready to be taken away to heaven. I sat there for quite some time. I wonder what was taking God so long. Was this another test of my patience, more games!? I stared at the ceiling, eventually the light being to blinding so I stared down. By the time I had looked back up something had caught my eye. The crack, it was back, and it was growing out from the hole to the sides of my ceiling less pit.<br><br>So this was how I was going to be sent to Heaven? He would destroy the walls of my pit, now seeming more like a tower, and I would go to this so called Heaven? This was definitely not what I had imagined. I guess Heaven was Heaven though, and if this is the way I was getting there, then so be it.