Okie dokie, sequel is a go.

THIS WAS 7 PAGES ON WORD, OH YEAH. I ARE KICKASS.

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INDEX FTW
Chapter 1: PAGE 1 (Booyah.)
Chapter 2: PAGE 6
Chapter 3: PAGE 8
Filler Chapter: PAGE 8

AND NOW FOR THIS INSANE CHAPPIE!

Chapter 1

Nik’s POV

I never liked hospitals, to begin with.

But it seems that all the good adventures take place there.

I opened my eyes.

Wait.

White.

I saw white, but no hospital.

I wasn’t in a bed… I was on my feet.

I could feel. What did this all mean?

"Yesterday I was in a hospital bed,” I murmured. “I was dead. But I’m forgetting something. Yesterday, tomorrow was today, so today is no longer tomorrow today. Therefore, tomorrow never comes. Do you understand now?"

“Nik,” a female voice said. I looked around in my white abyss, but there was nothing. “You’re gonna be okay, sweetie. You’ll be awake in no time. That’s what the doctors said.”

“Hello?” I called. Maybe if I could find someone to help me, I could get out of here…

“You can’t leave,” William said suddenly from behind me. I turned around to find myself face-to-face with him and jumped, wide-eyed.

“Why?” I asked.

He tapped the side of my head, and it felt like how you would feel something in a dream. Only your mind felt it.

“I do believe you have some issues to work out in your head,” He told me, an eyebrow raised.

“You know what, I don’t think I do,” I said; this was a little more than freaky. “I’d like to go. Now.”

“By all means, give it your best shot,” William said. “But…” he looked around. “I’d say this place is pretty much sealed off.”

“I WANT TO WAKE UP NOW!” I screamed. I started screaming incomprehensible things, just random words, sometimes just sounds, anything to wake myself up.

I opened my eyes.

I was in an empty hospital.

“Nice try,” Will said, smirking. I had a very intense urge to smack him.

“You’re not really William,” I pointed out. The smirk vanished, replaced by mock surprise.

“No, really? I couldn’t have figured that out, you’re good,” he exclaimed sarcastically before rolling his eyes. His suddenly blue eyes. “No, I’m not. I’m you.”

“But I’m me,” I said, confused.

Another blue eye roll, another urge to smack him. Or tear his face off.

“And we’re in your head. Don’t you honestly think that the real William would be scared to enter such a place?”

“Okay, so you’re my sarcasm in overdrive,” I guessed, a hint of my own sarcasm dripping from the words.

William glared at me, and I was relieved to see that his eyes were brown again.

“No. I’m just the part of you that’s helping you wake up. Spooky, huh?”

“Not really,” I replied, tilting my head. “I still don’t get why you look like Will when you’re me.”

“You’re really annoying when you don’t understand things,” William said; he turned and stalked out of the empty hospital room.

So of course I followed him.

The minute I left the room, I found myself in a large bathroom with only a shower and a mirror.

“Okay, this isn’t funny anymore. Why can’t I just wake up?” Normally I’m not one to whine, but I wasn’t amused in the least.

William suddenly appeared beside me; he grabbed the back of my head and pushed me forcefully into the mirror. It shattered, and little tiny shards fell to the ground, sparkling in a non-existent light. I let out a stream of squeaks, touching my gash tenderly as William pulled me by my hair over to the shower. He turned on the water and threw me in, clothes and all, and I screamed.

There was actually a reason for the screaming, okay? A) The water was fucking cold, and B) I was kind of in pain.

Somehow, William was grabbing my wrists and I was just standing there, getting soaked by the freezing water and my forehead bleeding profusely.

“You’re an insane little bitch,” he told me; it wasn’t with his voice, though. It was… deeper, and harsher.

“Please stop, you’re hurting me…” I said, my voice barely able to register with how hard I was crying.

“This is what it’s all about! You have to go through the pain to realise what you’re missing!” William snapped in this different voice, and I sobbed. Looking back now, I recall the voice sounding far away, like it wasn’t just in my head.

“I just want to wake up, let me go…” I murmured thickly, ignoring everything he said and just pulling my arms.

A different place, but I’m not awake.

William stood beside me as I surveyed my next and newest Wonderland.

It was dark outside, but the full moon created a large beacon of light (I mentally reminded to thank my mind for that later) that shone upon a pile of black rubble and debris, lying next to a damaged building of the same colour.

“I… remember this place,” I breathed, stepping forward and looking around. When I spoke, puffs of steam left my mouth, but I couldn’t feel the cold.

“You should,” William said grimly; his voice was back to normal.

I turned my attention to him and gasped; he was suddenly bloody everywhere. His face was scratched and his clothes were ripped, and bruises discoloured his skin all over. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, his arms were lined with bite marks; yes, all of them had broken the skin, and they were all bleeding.

I reached up to trace a bruise next to his eye and he flinched.

“Yes, I remember.” I lowered my arm and turned back to survey the scene of destruction before us. “I know what happened here.”

William and I took small baby steps towards the building, our movements identical. I slipped my hand in his (and experienced that “dream touch” thing again), and he squeezed mine.

I uncertainly climbed over the debris and helped the injured (and imaginary) William over as well. Smoke hung over us, covering our view of the night sky like a heavy curtain blocking out the sun. I looked into the gaping hole of the building, and it was just as I remembered.

A long, red-carpeted hallway, candles on the wall.

A girl.

She had mahogany-red hair that hung on her shoulders limply; she was white from the debris, and she looked severely traumatised. When she noticed William and I, her mouth opened in a small, round O.

“You came for us,” Serenity said, her voice hoarse. “You came back for me.”

William squeezed my hand again, and my jaw tightened.

“I didn’t, I’m sorry,” I said, my voice catching at the end. Was I really sorry?

Serenity became confused.

“…What?” she asked, tears forming in her eyes.

“You know what you’ve done,” I said, my voice suddenly strong. “You kidnapped me, you kidnapped my friend and you tortured him – you brainwashed me. Not to mention you abandoning my friends and coming back later just to try and kill me, Keira.”

Serenity’s mouth dropped open, and she started screaming in pain. Her face twisted in horror, and when I blinked she was gone.

“That belonged in a horror movie,” I commented, my voice cutting through the silence like a sword.

William grunted, and we walked on.

“You do realise why we’re here, don’t you?” He asked.

“I thought I did, but it kind of disappeared just now,” I answered honestly.

“Not gonna lie, that was one of them,” he said.

We found ourselves in the library, which was also demolished.

Torn pages still fell from the sky, some on fire.

“Do you know now?” he asked.

I looked around, my eyes now wide with disbelief. People were lying on the floor, and I couldn’t tell if they were dead or not. All but Lou’s features were blurred, and I remembered.

“Y-yes…” I said, my voice shaky and cracking.

“Say it,” William pushed.

“I…” my voice disappeared. Lou opened his eyes and rose, his face mangled, his body torn and broken.

“Say it.”

I made a noise similar to a squeak that gurgled in my throat. The others rose too, their faceless corpses animated and their bodies just as grotesque and destroyed as Lou’s.

“Damnit, Nik, say it,” William said, his voice laced with fear.

They came closer, limping and stumbling.

“You know what you’ve done, own up already,” he said, squeezing right above my elbow.

“I don’t…” I said, my voice catching in my throat.

“If you do then we can get out of here,” William said.

Pull the trigger and you’ll shoot the target.

“I made the bombs! I did it, I had to save us…” I said, and I started sobbing; all at once, the bodies had faces, and they all belonged to Serenity/Keira. The screaming and faces of pain appeared again, but this time I braced myself, my eyes shut tight.

When I opened them, we were back in the white place.

I dropped to my knees and continued to sob, the tears too heavy to stop. At first I thought I was alone, but William knelt down next to me; he was completely wound-free. He pulled me close and so I cried on him, on myself, my own realisations.

“I didn’t want to hurt them, I didn’t mean to kill anyone, they were hurting Will and I just didn’t want to be there anymore… I wanted to be home with Rachel and Tasha and Ashley and Meghan and Ami and everyone else and I wanted to be normal and not have a big scar on my abdomen and not have to go to a therapist because I can think clearly…” I said, my voice thick with tears. It looked like I wasn’t going to stop crying anytime soon.

“Wow, talk about a run-on sentence,” William joked, though only halfheartedly.

He waited for me to calm down a bit before he spoke again.

“Unfortunately, it’s not over yet. You need to work out the final kink in your brain.”

“I’m permanently brain damaged, William,” I said, looking at him sideways with a teary “duh” look.

“I think I’m well aware of that by now, seeing as I’m the one who’s also brain damaged,” he said, chuckling. His eyes were once again blue, identical to mine.

“That’s creepy when you do that,” I said, shuddering.

He rolled his eyes with a smirk, and when I looked back his eyes were back to normal.

“That’s not the kink, obviously. You can’t change the past,” he said cryptically. “But… you can free yourself of unnecessary guilt.”

I stared at him.

“What is one thing that you heard when we were running away?” he asked unblinkingly.

My mouth opened, and my eyes widened.

“They’re alive,” I whispered.

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-RAPES-

I'M A FIC RAPIST! AMONGST MANY OTHER THINGS!

BUT NIIIIIK MY LAPTOP IS STILL DYING~~~~

AHH! OMG I'm so excited for thiss!
Nik YOU HAVE TO UPDATE SOON!

ASH! Nuuuu. Stoopid laptop DDD= -smacks-

YAY FOR THIS. NIK ILY.
NOW I NEED TO SLEEP.

I'M IN THIS ONE RIGHT?!

YOU WANT MY DESCRIPTION?

OMR I JUST REALIZED...

¡¿ I GET MORE THAN ONE-LINERS IN THIS FIC, RIGHT BB ?!

BECAUSE YOU LOVE MEH. ^_^

THIS IS TOTALLY GETTING LOVE <3

Sima, I think I can fit you in the story MORE CHARACTERS FTW. Gabe totally needs a lady >_> lolol jk bb.

ASHLEY YOU GET AN ENTIRE CHAPTER OF YOUR AWESOMENESS... IN POV STYLE.

¡¿ OMROMROMROMROMROMR MY OWN CHAPTER ?!

-VICTORIOUSPELVICTHRUST-

AND MORE LOVE FOR YOUUUUUUUU

WHILE I TRY TO SAY MY IMPORTANT FILES FROM MY LAPTOP.

WHERE AM I??

I DIDN'T READ THE ENTIRETY OF LUNATIC WINGS ON A CELL PHONE IN A HOTEL IN INDIANAPOLIS FOR NOTHING!!

AWW I'M SORRY YOU HAD TO READ THE ENTIRETY OF LUNATIC WINGS ON A CELL PHONE IN A HOTEL IN INDIANAPOLIS.

AND YOU'RE IN THE LAST TWO CHAPTERS OF LW?

IT'S LIKE MY 'WHERE'S WALDO' FOR MY ONE-LINERS IN KATHRYNE'S FIC. ^_^

YOU ARE COMING!!!

...IN THE NON-DIRTY WAY!

Btw, you were in it. You just don't know it.

HINT: showerscenewtforly?

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AND YOU'RE IN THE LAST TWO CHAPTERS OF LW?

I KNOW THAT!

That's why I was wondering where I was.

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YOU ARE COMING!!!

...IN THE NON-DIRTY WAY!

XD

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Btw, you were in it. You just don't know it.

ORLYNAO??

*goes to check*

Are you implying that I have a deeper voice than William Beckett?

xD NOOOO, LOL!!!

Nik is trapped in her head (hence the title). The deeper voice belongs to a man.

Guess who's scared and getting hurt in the hospital bed next to Nikkerz?

HAI BB
Quick message, I g2g soon.

WIN
WIN
WIN
WIN
(Looks sexiier in boardie form.)

*taps foot*
Meggo better feel love in this.
SHE'D BETTER.
Otherwise...
She'll cry....

ASH YOUR SIGGY IS MY LOVER
ICM SIDEWAYS!
FTW

NIk.
Ily.

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Guess who's scared and getting hurt in the hospital bed next to Nikkerz?

Guess who's confused?

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The minute I left the room, I found myself in a large bathroom with only a shower and a mirror.

“Okay, this isn’t funny anymore. Why can’t I just wake up?” Normally I’m not one to whine, but I wasn’t amused in the least.

William suddenly appeared beside me; he grabbed the back of my head and pushed me forcefully into the mirror. It shattered, and little tiny shards fell to the ground, sparkling in a non-existent light. I let out a stream of squeaks, touching my gash tenderly as William pulled me by my hair over to the shower. He turned on the water and threw me in, clothes and all, and I screamed.

There was actually a reason for the screaming, okay? A) The water was fucking cold, and B) I was kind of in pain.

Somehow, William was grabbing my wrists and I was just standing there, getting soaked by the freezing water and my forehead bleeding profusely.

“You’re an insane little bitch,” he told me; it wasn’t with his voice, though. It was… deeper, and harsher.

“Please stop, you’re hurting me…” I said, my voice barely able to register with how hard I was crying.

“This is what it’s all about! You have to go through the pain to realise what you’re missing!” William snapped in this different voice, and I sobbed. Looking back now, I recall the voice sounding far away, like it wasn’t just in my head.

“I just want to wake up, let me go…” I murmured thickly, ignoring everything he said and just pulling my arms.

*Ahem*

I do believe that real life was seeping into Nik's inward hallucination.