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  Two Worlds Collide

  By: Rachel Burns

  Text Copyright © 2013 by Rachel Burns

  All Rights Reserved

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, incidents and dialogues are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Table of Contents

  Day 1

  Day 2

  Day 3

  Day 4

  Day 5

  Day 6

  Day 7

  Day 8

  Day 9

  Day 10

  Day 11

  Day 12

  Day 14

  Day 15

  Day 63

  Day 67

  Day 70

  Day 71

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  Day 1

  It was so hot today. I was seriously thinking about skipping my afternoon classes and just going down to the pool to enjoy the sun instead of suffering from it in class.

  The air was just standing still. I had never known it to be so hot out. They should have put a warning out on the radio. One that said stay at home with the air conditioner on high or you will burst into flames like a marshmallow held to close to the flames at a campfire.

  It honestly felt like it was getting hotter and hotter even though we had already past the midday high.

  I walked into the building where my next class was even quicker. I was too much a goody two shoes to cut class.

  I looked at my skin. There was steam coming off of it. Well, water vapor but all the same I was scared. I stared stupidly at my skin. That had never happened before. I had never even heard about something like that.

  Giving myself a mental shake, I headed up the stairs to my class. I was in the hallway when I heard what could only be bombs dropping, or maybe it was meteorites.

  It didn't really matter what it was because I had to deal with with here and now. I was afraid for my life and had to figure out a way to save myself. I raced over to the nearest doorframe and cowered in it. I was approximately in the middle on the second floor, too far to reach an exit. I sat there on the floor, covering my head with my hands. The building was hit and it was shaking. The walls were falling apart all around me. Things were falling down and it was so loud. The classroom across from me was on fire but so was everything else.

  I stayed where I was. Frozen to the spot because I didn't have anywhere where I go. Fire was surrounding me and coming closer. I could still hear things exploding.

  The stone floor was offering me some relief for now, but I was quite certain that my time on this earth was over.

  I looked back on my life. I had led a boring life with few highlights. I was a good daughter. I had been so good that they would probably write it on my tombstone. Something like Melissa always did as she was told and never pulled anything.

  I couldn't believe that I was about to die and all I could do was scold myself for being so boring. Isn't this the point in life where people are usually filled with regret for all the things that they had done wrong? And here I sat thinking the opposite. I was about to stand before God. I should be happy because it was pretty clear which way I would be going.

  All the fresh air was being replaced with gray sickening smoke. I couldn't control my coughing. I was coughing up a black smear. I was a goner.

  The noise of the bombs or whatever had stopped. No, I couldn't hear the fire either but I could see it and smell it. I had gone deaf. I stopped scolding myself and started accepting that everything was over. I was going to die at the age of twenty-one. Just a month away from graduation. I sobbed as I mourned the life that could have been.

  That's when I saw a figure moving around in the smoke. He was coming closer, walking upright even though the ceiling was already falling in on us. I watched him looked around. He was probably looking for someone. That's when it dawned on me that it might be someone like me. He was probably a rescuer. I needed to draw attention to myself but I was just to weak. I raised my hand up in the air, like I did in class.

  He noticed me and stepped forward. He just stood there staring at me. I remained huddled on the floor practically rolled up into a ball. I did nothing other than stare back with my head lifted to him. I should be asking him for help but I couldn't rick breaking our stare. He looked somehow different. I couldn't look away from his eyes. Even though I needed to blink because of all the smoke in the air surrounding us.

  In one swift movement he bent down and picked me up. I must have passed out because I was in a white room with clear air in what seemed like a second later. He sat me down on an examination table and removed my back pack and set it onto the floor. He gently pushed my shoulder down so I was laying down. A doctor was there too. I saw his lips moving but I was still deaf from the loud bombs that had exploded around me.

  The doctor looked me over but he was shaking his head. I hoped that didn't mean I was beyond saving.

  My rescuer was holding my hand. The doctor's hands moved to my shoulders. He was untying the straps of my sundress. He sat me up and pulled the dress down. I was so embarrassed that I hung my head. For the doctor this wasn't anything special but I had never been in a room alone with a man without being covered up. Now I found myself in a room with two men, half naked, while one held my hand and the other listened to my heart with the oddest looking stethoscope that I had ever seen.

  The doctor laid me red faced back down. I was still coughing. That made my breasts hop and shake a little. That got both men's attention.

  I have always been very sensitive about my breasts. I was the first girl in my class who needed a bra, the others started in with that first two years later. Mine had just kept on growing and growing. I was surprised that I didn't tip forward under the weight of them but then again I was used to them.

  I was letting my mind wonder but it quickly came back to here and now when I noticed the doctor was removing my dress the whole way down as well as my underwear. I was completely naked and shivering in fear. Of course there would be a medical reason for them to undress me. I was being a baby. I could see that the dress was ruined, totally covered in a thick layer of soot just like my body was except where my dress had been. The outlines were quite clear.

  My rescuer picked me up in his arms and held me again. I was too embarrassed to meet him in the eyes. I coughed in his arms while I hid my head in his strong broad chest. He had a wide chest like those wrestlers that my brother liked to watch on TV. He must be a body builder. But then the doctor had had the same build.

  That was odd. The joke was that doctors never practiced what they preached. They were rarely joggers and often smokers. Both of these men seemed to be extremely … healthy.

  My eyes were burning from all the smoke and ash I had in them. Even my many tears couldn't wash them clean.

  My rescuer leaned forward to lie me back down. I thought that he was going to lie me on the table again but it was gone. He was laying me into water.

  I was scared and reached out to the sides of the tub which must have been under the table from the beginning but the lid was gone now, where I had lain before.

  When I was finally able to sit I looked at the doctor surprised. He gave my rescuer a strange pink sponge like thing. He knelt down to me and soaked the sponge in the water and started washing my feet. It was all so intimate.

  This couldn't be real. I went through the options. I had died and things like nudity didn't matter in heaven or I had yet to die and I was having a bad dream. Which made sense after all the scolding I had done wi
th myself before. One bad deed before I stood in front of my maker. Evil thoughts of letting strange huge men she me buck naked and bath me. God wouldn't be pleased with that.

  My rescuer was still cleaning me very meticulously. He was smiling as white skin replaced the gray soot. He worked his was up. I was getting very nervous. It was getting hard to breathe, my fear choking me. I wanted to wake up now. I didn't feel at all comfortable with this but my dream continued.

  Usually when I had a bad dream I would wake up with my feet slightly moving or with my arm pretending to push something away. I had to make myself move. First now I realized that I hadn't moved at all in my dream.

  The next thing I would probably dream about would be arriving too late for class. That was my most frequent nightmare. Showing up late for class, naked and without any books, so I couldn't cover myself up but trying to figure out a way to cover myself.

  Everyone laughed at me in these dreams. These two men weren't laughing.

  I called out 'no' as loud as I could. My rescuer stopped, he looked at me confused and then at the doctor who was also very confused. He continued as if he hadn't understood me. I certainly couldn't understand them. My hearing still wasn't good but I was able to make out strange sounds when they talked.

  I grabbed for my rescuer's arm to stop him. His arms were bare and so thick. My hand couldn't circle around it as it could with a normal arm, instead my hand laid on his arm not even covering half of it. I shook my head, no. I wanted him to stop.

  He looked alarmed. No, not alarmed, but surprised that I had touched him. Like he was deciding whether or not he was mad at me.

  I felt tears spring to my eyes. My mother had always scolded me for being overly sensitive. I took everything personally. It was one of my faults. I suffered knowing it and scolded myself not to be so sensitive. But I still felt that it was one of those traits that made me, me.

  I stared him. He was staring at me too. I could see myself in his eyes. I was all black faced with white streaks where the tears had made their paths down. He continued to look at me, acting like he had never seen a person crying before.

  He broke our stare and worked on cleaning my face. He washed away all the soot, as well as my tears.

  I watched his hand travel down to the water to wash out the sponge thing. I was surprised that the water was so clean. It should be just as dirty as I was but it wasn't. I noticed that new water was filling the tub by my feet and that the dirty water was all being sucked out behind me. I was in moving water. It didn't feel like it was moving but I could see that it was.

  My rescuer was still cleaning me everywhere. I was still crying and felling so helpless. I wanted them to stop. I was feeling better already. I could take care of myself now. My cough would take days to properly heal up. I had just swallowed too much smoke and ash. But otherwise I was much better. I wanted one of those ugly hospital gowns so I could cover up.

  “I can take care of this myself.” I reached for the sponge. He was looking at me strangely again. His fist tightened around the sponge. He wouldn't let me have it. I backed into the corner of the tub and drew up my knees to my chest. This was all scaring me very much and even though everything in this room was white, I was sure that this wasn't heaven.

  Something had gone wrong. I wasn't sleeping either. I had definitely felt him cleaning me with his sponge. That had been very … noticeable. I wanted desperately for someone to explain to me what was going on.

  I looked up at him. “Who are you? What is going on here?”

  He spoke but it was all nonsense. I couldn't understand a single word. Not even the syllables sounded familiar. I was studying international business and I spoke four languages. No sounds like he was making came up in any of the languages that I knew.

  That put me back to my heaven theory. It only made sense that everyone spoke the same language in heaven. That made him the angel of death. He had carried me here, to the other side. He even did it in the blink of an eye.

  He was exchanging looks with the doctor. The doctor spoke in the same way that he had. I didn't understand anything. It was Greek to me. I thought about what few words I did know in Greek but none sounded like what they were saying. I thought about Latin but the only words I could think of were Carpe diem. Not a good thing for a naked woman in a bathtub to say to two men watching her. The doctor was repeating his sounds louder and more clearly.

  I still didn't understand so I looked from one of them to the other. The tears were still pouring out of me and the coughing just wouldn't stop.

  They spoke with each other. My rescuer started right in cleaning me up again. My hands went to push his away. He grabbed both of my wrists in one of his hands easily. He held my wrists over my head as he cleaned my most private areas. Once again I had to rule out heaven. I was back to thinking I had died but this was more like the other direction. Hell, by my definition, included a place where nobody understood me and where I didn't understand anybody else. There would be men forcing themselves on me there too.

  I racked my brain thinking of all the bad things I had ever done. It was my own fault. I had always assumed that God judged us by today's standards but I guess he didn't. That pretty much meant that everyone was going to hell nowadays. At some point everyone had stuck their tongue at someone, snuck into a parking spot that wasn't meant for them or rolled their eyes at something someone had said. It would be the very rare person who could go to heaven. The proverbial fat man passing through the eye of a needle. I hadn't made the cut. I cried all the more thinking about that.

  He stopped washing me and pet my face. He was definitely making shh noises. I settled down after a bit. He washed my hair. His big strong hands quickly got the job done. I was clean again, perfectly clean. He had made sure that every nook and cranny was clean. This had been the single most embarrassing experience of my life. Or should I say death?

  He was still holding me in that odd way, with my hands over my head when the doctor picked up a machine that radiated a red light into the water. The beam was getting closer to me feet. When it hit my toe, I pulled my feet in again. The beam had been very warm.

  The doctor looked confused and my rescuer looked mad. He pulled my feet back out with his other hand. He looked like he wanted to throttle me. I shook with fear as the red radiating beam came at me again. The doctor slowly moved the machine over my body. The machine itself didn't touch me just the warm beam did. It was so hot that I could just barely take it. The doctor stopped just above where my rescuer's hands. He removed them and gave me a warning look to stay still.

  The doctor continued on his way up over my body. I noticed that the machine burnt in places where I had had scars. My knees had been a favorite place to land as a kid. I had once fallen on a piece of broken glass as a child. The skin had healed but it hardened too. I had a feeling like the machine had burnt the scar away.

  The machine was presently over my, shall we say, female parts. The doctor stopped and my rescuer looked at the machine. Both men looked at me curiously. My rescuer looked pleased.

  The machine couldn't have possibly told them that I was still a virgin, could it? It was weird that I would be at my age but college boys really did just want one thing. I also wanted something. I wanted to get a fantastic job and be independent. I wanted to become someone important. I wanted to be able to be proud of myself.

  Boyfriends cost too much time and they always wanted things there way. I had seen that with my girlfriends. Their boyfriends whined when they had to say 'no' to a date so they could study. But when the tables were turned and the boyfriends were the ones who had to study, then they expected their girlfriends to be understanding.

  I had decided against such distractions. I had the best grades of all of my friends. It was something I was very proud of. I wasn't the date type. All the boys I had dated wanted to go to bed with me. When I said no they were angry at me and they were never heard from again. I didn't mind. I wanted to marry for love. I often pictured that future husban
d being very pleased that I had waited for him. Guys liked things like that. He would never have to worry that I would compare him with anyone else.

  The beam moved on again. It was over my kidneys. They were burning. The burning scared me but I had guessed that this thing was healing me. I probably had soot in them already too. It was the same the rest of the way up. My lungs were the worst. I coughed and choked but once the beamed had past I was able to breath normally again, which I did. I was even starting to feel thankful to them. The doctor stopped again when he was over my brain. I received another confused look. They finished and the doctor put his machine away again. He nodded respectfully at my rescuer. It gave me the impression that my rescuer was higher up than the doctor was.

  My rescuer picked me up again. He set my feet down on the floor. He was staring at me strangely like he couldn't figure me out. I was very aware of my nakedness. I used my arms to cover myself up. He noticed and took it all in. His stare was unnerving me. He bent down and picked up my back pack. He grabbed me by my hand and led me out of the door. I saw several men walking around. I was completely naked and he wanted to take me for a walk this way?

  I bulked and tried to pull away from him. It was a waste of my time and energy because he held me in an iron clad grasp. He pulled me along as if I weighed nothing.

  The men who passed us all bowed down to him slightly. This wasn't a hospital. It was hell and he was the devil. I tried to cover myself as best as I could with my free arm.

  My rescuer stood in front of a door, which divided in two and part of it sank into the floor and the upper half went up into the ceiling. I had never seen anything like it. It was quite clever but unusual.

  I looked back at him and he was smiling at me. “Yes, I'm easily entertained.”

  He stopped smiling. I had a feeling that he didn't like it when I talked. He walked into the room, pulling me along automatically.

  He gave my bag to a man standing in what could only be a laboratory. The man carefully opened it and pulled out my books and my laptop. He took out my folder with my papers and worksheets. He looked at my pencils and pens. A piece of melted gum held his fascination the longest. I wanted to roll my eyes. They looked at my things like they had never seen such things before.