Blue Box

Ember Winters has had the same dream as long as she could remember. Monsters and chocolate. Doctors and boxes. But they are only dreams, right?
Oh, they're real. And Ember is soon going to get the surprise of a life time. Everything she has ever thought was real is an illusion. All the things she claimed didn't exist. Well, they do. And the man she has known all her life from a dream, he will save her life.


7. Burning Chocolate

     "Here's your Hershey bar," I told Vicky, tossing the sweet to her. I figured, just because she was an alien half-life didn't mean I should back out my promise. "Better not tell Mom or Dad though. I meant what I said about Mr. Forge. And don't tell about the chocolate either. If Mom thinks you're well enough to have sugar, she may just stop waiting on you hand-and-foot."

     "Butt off!"

     "Is that the best you can do, Vick? You must really be ill." I shot back. She shivered and pulled another blanket on top of her. The Doctor was right. Vicky was drained after her transformation. She looked horribly sick, but I knew the truth. In a week, she'd be okay though, and then...

     Vicky began unwrapping the candy, and when she touched the surface of the little treat, she screamed.

     "What happened?"

     "I don't know! What did you do to it? It - it burned me." She was gripping one hand with the other. Her fingers were red, like someone stuck them in lava. The burn was already beginning to blister.

     I grabbed the chocolate by the wrapper, studying it. It looked normal. Perfectly normal. The Hershey's bar had three fingerprints, two on top (Vicky's middle and index fingers) and one on the bottom (the thumb), where she tried to break off a little. Carefully, I stretched my finger and touched it. The cold, silky smooth exterior alarmed me; I was expecting a boiling hot sensation. I snapped a piece off an popped it in my mouth, savoring the delicious flavor.

     "Nothing's wrong." I left the room (pocketing the candy in leather jacket), heading to the bathroom and yanked one of the cabinets open. I searched inside until I found what I needed. I hurried out and went to the half-life (I could never get used to saying that.) in her pink bedroom.

     "Hold out your hand, please. No, the burnt one." I took the burn medicine and spread it carefully on the bright red injuries. I smiled slightly at the fact she was wincing and making small yelping noises. I stuck Band-Aids on her fingertips while she complained.

     "What if Dad asks what happened? I can't tell him the truth!"

     "Just tell him and Mom too, tell them you touched the light bulb. Again!" I clarified, pointing at the lamp on her bedside table.

     "Just shut up and leave!" Vicky spat. I did so, slamming the door behind me and muttering a few things underneath her breath.

     In front of the door that led to the porch, I stopped. Just shut up and leave, eh?

     I opened the door, exposing myself to the bright (blinding) sunlight. After I hopped down the steps, I walked. And I  kept walking until I was right in front of the TARDIS.

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