A/N: The chapters will be longer than the prologue. This is another Cannibal original. There are a lot of things to say about this story. This story revolves around Bella who is a coma patient and it's so cool because instead of her being brain dead, she basically lives in the part of her mind where her imagination lives, nickname "imagination land."And because she's an author she meets the characters that she has created and everything that happens in imagination land happens to her in real life. I love the idea and I'm so glad my plot penguin gave it to me. This is NOT a remake of Twilight.
Summary: Bella is an author that just happens to be in a coma. But instead of being completely brain dead she's living in a part of her brain where all the fictional characters she's created are alive. BXE There's lemons in this story. Way better than it sounds.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.
"I reject your reality and substitute it for my own."
"Fuck," I yelled as I slammed my pen onto my notebook paper. I was having the hardest time coming up with the ending to the sequel to my latest book. When I originally wrote it there wasn't supposed to be a sequel, but due to popular demand and the contract I signed with my publishers, I was forced into writing a sequel. I thought about killing off the main character, just so I wouldn't have to write another book after the sequel, but I didn't think my fans would take too kindly to that and I wouldn't know how to kill him. How do you kill a hundred and seven year old vampire?
My forehead slammed onto the desk and I closed my eyes as I retreated to the corner of my brain where I had made my characters. My boyfriend, Mike, had decided to call this part of my brain imagination land. It wasn't very clever and I think he stole it from a South Park episode but I faked a smile and pretended to like it. Imagination land was the only place that I was positive that I could come up with a good ending to my sequel.
I scrambled around through all the witty comments and dramatic love scenes I was planning for the novel as I looked for a good ending to the story. I always had the hardest time with the ending. I usually let the characters write the ending themselves, every time I tried to come up with an ending of my own they would take over and create their own ending. But unfortunately my publishers needed an outline for the sequel. And I couldn't give them an outline without an ending. They would drop me within seconds.
"Bella," Mike yelled at me.
"I'm in imagination land." I growled at him as I shoved my hands over my ears.
"Bella," Mike wrapped his fingers around my wrist and tried to pull my hands away from my ears but I wouldn't let them budge. "Your dad called, he wants to know if you want to go to dinner with him."
I shook my head. "I have to find my plot penguin." I closed my eyes tighter and tried to get back into my imagination land but Mike's determination to get my hands away from my ears were keeping me from finding it again.
"Bella, we have to get going." Mike whined. "Your dad's going to kill me if we don't go."
Of course Mike was afraid of my dad, all my boyfriends were. My dad was chief of police in the small town that we lived in. I loved my dad but he wasn't exactly the easiest to guy to get along with, especially with guys that were interested in me. Every time I would bring a guy home he would pull out his gun and clean it in front of them while he tells them stories about him killing a man with his bare hands. And people wonder where I get my imagination from.
"Fine," I slammed my hand onto the desk. "It'll be good to get out of the house anyways." I tried to convince myself more than him. I grabbed my notepad with all my story ideas and stuffed it into my purse. I didn't leave my house without my notepad and a pen. I wasn't J.K. Rowling, I couldn't sit around and think about the story, I was too afraid of losing the idea. If I got an idea, I wrote it down immediately.
"Really?" Mike sounded surprised. I didn't usually give in this easily but I was having writers' block and getting away from the computer would do me some good.
"Yeah," I sighed. "Where does he want to meet us at?"
"He didn't tell me. He said that you would know." Mike sounded scared. I lifted my head and dropped it onto the desk. I knew exactly where Charlie wanted to go. There was a family owned restaurant by his house where he used to take me for special occasions. The food was mediocre and the entertainment was something you might see at a retirement home. It was Charlie's favorite restaurant.
"Let's go." I mumbled as I forced myself away from my desk. I knew I was going to regret this.
"I knew I was going to regret this." I told Mike as I banged my head violently on the dash board. The food had torn up my stomach, I was still clueless on how I was going to end my next book, and my dad spent the whole time talking to Mike about how sex before marriage is a sin that is punishable by God.
"It's not that bad Bella." Mike was annoyingly optimistic. I fought the urge to growl at him.
"That's easy for you to say," I mumbled pulling my head off the dashboard and turned towards him. My face dropped and my eyes widened. "Aren't you going to put on your seatbelt?" I asked. I hated when people didn't wear seatbelts. It made me feel uncomfortable.
Mike turned to me and raised an eyebrow. "No way," He shook his head. "Seatbelts are stupid. All they do is –"
"Mike look out!" I screamed at him. But it was too late the semi was already colliding with his door.
"I'm sorry," The doctor told the grieving parents of Michael Newton. "He died on contact." Mrs. Newton grabbed onto her husband and buried her head into his chest. Mr. Newton sniffed loudly and looked at the doctor.
"Bella?" He asked. "What happened to Bella?"
The doctor frowned. "She's in a coma. We don't know if she'll make it through the night. I'm really sorry." He frowned at them before them leaving alone to grieve. This was the part of the job that he hated.
A/N This is the prologue. Y'all needed some background info before I got started on the real story. Is this a good idea? Should I continue? I would love if this story did just as well as my other stories have been doing lately. I'm excited about this story besides the fact that I'm actually putting lemons in it, there's so much uniqueness to this story. It's not like every other Bella goes into a coma story! There's so much to it! And the whole story (besides a few scenes which will be in third person) are in her POV. This is such a cool story. I already have several scenes written out and a nice outline. Please leave a nice review and if I get enough I'll totally continue this story. :)
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