Just a Dream
Disclaimer: I don't own The Nightmare before Christmas, Tim Burton. I also don't own the name "Just a Dream". Carrie Underwood does. Got it? Carrie Underwood owns the title; Tim Burton owns all characters except for Amy. Don't steal her.
The Brutal Truth
She was motionless. After the dreadful accident that happened over two weeks ago, she had been put into a coma. Her friends and family had fretted. She was too young to go through this horror. She was too young to die. However, as unfair as it was, Amy Greene passed away at 7:00 a.m. on December 25, 2010, which also happened to be her 16th birthday. However, haven't you ever wondered where lost souls go? That's the problem with quick deaths. They don't know that they're dead. You know what they say: an unknowing soul is just as bad as an evil one.
"AAAAAHHHHHH!" Amy screamed as she plummeted towards the ground. How had this happened? She had just been in the hospital a few minutes ago! Amy braced herself for the pain that was sure to come. However, nothing happened. "What the…?" Looking around, Amy noticed that she was in a dark forest. "I'm not gonna go investigate," she tried to convince herself. She had seen practically every scary movie possible. Nothing good ever happened. However, there was a tug in her gut, urging her on. With a small sigh, she rose from the pile of leaves that had cushioned her fall, and headed deeper into the forest.
Amy panted as she walked. It was hot in the forest. But for some reason, she didn't feel fatigue, although she had been walking for well over an hour. The twigs cracked under her feet, making her jump every few minutes. Finally, the sunlight hit her full-on as she entered a clearing. Blinded by the intense light, she stumbled, and fell into a small puddle of cool water. As Amy pushed herself up, she caught sight of her reflection. Skin as pale as the moon, icy blue lips, and hair matted with all sorts of things greeted her.
"No...no no no no no," Amy whispered, backing up against a tree. "Am I...dead?" The realization caused her to collapse on the ground, gasping for breath as salty tears rolled down her face. "What'll I do? What'll my family do? What's gonna happen to me?" The questions flowed out of her like an unstoppable river. But suddenly she froze, and went eerily quiet. " What about my social studies test?" Amy wailed in horror.
A cold breeze rustled her hair. As Amy glanced up, she noticed that the trees around her formed a circle, and each had different pictures on them. A jack-o-lantern immediately caught her attention. As she stared it, she realized that it wasn't just a picture; they were doors! Once again, Amy felt that tug in her gut. "What do I have to lose?" Amy wondered, somewhat sad. With a deep breath, she grasped the handle firmly in her cold hand, and flung it open to reveal...
Mwah ha ha ha! Cliffhanger! So, what will happen to Amy? Please remember to R&R, and I'll update soon.