After a nonstop blur of home improvements and landlord duties, I had some time to let my ideas flow, and my fingers to do some typing. By the end I had come up with this idea; which I’m hoping made for an interesting sequence.

The crowd cheered, the sweat glistened on her face. She looked at the batter, and then stared down home plate. She rolled the ball between her fingers, inhaled, wound up, and let the ball fly, as it went past the batter.

“Strike three, you’re out!”

The crowd’s cheers bounced off her eardrums and Jenny cracked a smile. The game was in full swing, and she knew that would be a great one. She felt the softball latch back onto her mitt and she prepared herself once more. Her fingers felt the familiar feeling of cowhide, she inhaled to the smells of freshly cut grass flooding through her nostrils with its pleasant scent; a concentrated grim spread throughout her face and…

Sirens blared in her ears, her head, began to pound as if a migraine were about to pass into the realm of a cluster headache. Nausea overtook her stomach, and she prepared to upchuck. The vomit never came, it was instead swapped for another ailment, her heart began to pound so quickly and so rapidly she expected to feel pains in her left arm; but what came instead sent her to her knees. Air struggled to make its way down to her lungs, she coughed, coughed again, still no air. Suddenly she felt a hand thrust her backward. She then briefly she caught a glimpse of the transitioning sky, what followed was darkness.

Jenny’s ears were the first to come back; they could hear the sounds of medical machinery beeping every few seconds, the sounds of shuffling shoes and talking.

“Is she going to be all right?” She heard Brenda’s familiar voice ask.

“She’ll be fine, she had a panic attack, which must have been brought on by all of the excitement of the game,” a man’s voice replied.

“Well is that normal for a girl her age?” Brenda asked, sounding a bit pushy.

“Oh yes, teens can often feel more stress and anxiety than an adult would, and why wouldn’t they? Growing up is a difficult process with loads of different things to stress out about, and given that she’s the captain of a varsity softball team, and on a winning streak no less, it’s easy to see how the pressure became too much for her body to handle.”

“Okay, so how would you keep another episode for occurring?”

“Make sure to keep her stress levels at a minimum, and maybe also have her talk to you when you notice that she seems a bit overwhelmed.”

“All right,”

“We’ll release her in a couple of hours, we just want to make sure that she’s on the up and up before we send her home. When she does go home have her take it easy.”

“I’ll make sure of that.”

Her eyes began to feel functional, she opened them and the light burned at her retinas, she swiftly closed them tightly.

“Have you had any luck getting a hold of her parents?”

“No and I’m not sure where they could be.”


Jenny opened her eyes slowly and finally they could take seeing the lights overhead.

A woman’s voice came on over the speaker clearly. “Paging doctor Runnings to ER room 5, paging doctor Runnings to ER room 5.”

“I’ve got to go, I’ll be back to check on Jenny as soon as I am able.”

Jenny caught a glimpse of a man in a lab coat rushing out the door as she was turning her head toward Brenda, who was standing at her the foot of her hospital bed. “What happened to me?”

Brenda turned toward her, looked her dead in the face, expressionless, and said in a creepy voice… “They’re dead.”

“What,” Jenny could feel her heart beginning to pound again.

“Your parents, they’re dead,” Brenda said coldly, her face still without expression, and her voice lacking in sorrow.”

“No!” Jenny shouted, while Brenda’s words played on repeat inside of her head. “They’re dead, they dead.”

Jenny lay on her bedroom floor mumbling, “No, no, they’re alive, no, no,” “No!”

Jenny sat up tangled in her covers, with sweat soaking through her t-shirt. She breathed in and out heavily and then finally after a moment pulled herself back onto her bed.

“No, not the dreams again,” Jenny fell back onto her mattress, and began to ponder over the dream, in the darkness of the early morning hours.


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