Jemma
I wake up to familiar scenery. I pull off my covers, and my bare feet touch the carpet. I look around in confusion, before realizing where I was. Home.
I look around the motionless room, everything clean and put away, the computer monitor set on my desk. I walk over to it, and sit in the desk chair. I double check the USB port, just to make sure the Jaylemm file wasn't there. The headset I saved up for sat on the other side of the desk, along with my old DS.
I walk over to my dresser, where all of my clothes were neatly folded inside. I change into a shirt and jeans, throwing my pajamas on the floor. I look at the ground where they landed, and realized: I would never leave my room this clean. Following the thought I realized my whole room smelled like disinfecting wipes. The corners of my blankets were tucked neatly into the mattress, even the soda stains on my carpet were gone. Someone's been in here. Cleaning, weirdly enough.
I leave my room, and walk into the kitchen. Everything else was its normal messy self, it seemed that my room was the only thing toyed with.
Why am I here?
That's the only question I could think as I made myself a peanut butter sandwich. I sit on the couch, thinking.
Around ten minutes later, I go back to my room, and turn on the computer. I go through my recent activity, but all it said was error. I go onto the internet to search my history, but it wouldn't let me enter any of it. The games, the files, nothing.
"Jaylemm broke my fricking computer." I say to no one in general, desperately trying to get something to work.
Just as I was about to turn it off and search something else, I hear the door open. I suck in a breath, and grab a kitchen knife from where I keep it under my bed. I peek though the door. Whoever entered the apartment was in the kitchen now. I adjust my hand on the hilt of the knife, the way Charlotte taught me. If they ran at me, they'd kabob themselves against the blade.
I slide through the hall, and peak around the corner into the kitchen. Someone was digging in the fridge. I exhale, and jump out of the hall, shouting.
The boy screams, and then his eyes widen. He goes pale as if he's seen a ghost.
"Jemma?!" Noah yells, taking a step away from me.
"Noah? What are you doing here? What am I doing here? What's going on? How did I get back home? Wait! I need to get back to Jaylemm! Elle, Laye, Charlotte, Serenity, they're in danger!" I yell.
"Jemma..? H-how is this even possible? You've been dead. For a whole week and a half. What about the accident? Wait, are you a zombie?" He asks.
"What? I didn't die. I've been in Jaylemm, remember? For goodness sake Noah you're the biggest idiot." I say.
"Jemma. You died in a car accident eight days ago. Your body was completely burned away, they couldn't even find any trace of blood or flesh. How are you even here?" He asks.
I take a closer look at him, in his eyes, the light freckles on his arms, the messy blonde hair that grew out wherever it wanted. He looked like a mess compared to how he was when he changed back from the old man, in a suit with his hair slicked back nicely, the glimmer of the diamond on his ear- the diamond. I walk closer to him, and he takes a step back, bumping into the counter. I tuck the hair away from his ear, where there was no diamond. I check the other ear, and there was none there, either.
I look into his eyes, "You're Noah."
"Yeah. And you're Jemma. I think?" He says. I hug him, I can't help it. I pull away, smiling from ear to ear.
"Yes, yes I'm Jemma and I'm alive and oh my god I'm home; and oh wait I forgot you don't understand anything that's going on and neither do I really but,"
"Breathe." He says, and I take a deep breath, then let it out. "Okay," He starts, "Explain what's going on."