'Pain' : That was the first thought that crossed Plaire's mind. 'Blood': that was the next. Being stabbed was far more Painful than she ever would have guessed, and she had a lot of comparison for pain.

The demented blond who held the knife that was currently stabbed into Plaire's stomach was smiling cruelly at her with a look that made Plaire's stomach flip...though the knife didn't exactly help either. If she had breath to speak she would have cried out, she would have screamed. Aside from a gasp she couldn't even make a sound. But the excruciating pain and the raw emotion of betrayal shone through her tear-filled eyes.

The girl's cruel smile widened with a wink. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as she leaned closer to Plaire and whispered something inaudible that could not have said anything that the knife didn't already. After the whispered exchange that Plaire was glad she was in to much pain to hear, the girl pulled out the knife and the Pain she'd once felt was doubled.

Plaire's vision flickered as she fell to the ground almost entirely unaware of her surroundings. With her failing vision she thought she saw the girls hands trembling as she wiped down the knife...but she could know longer trust her eyes as everything had started to fade to black. The last thing she saw was her killer walking away, the moon silhouetting her in an eerie way that struck Plaire as beautifully strange. 'How Ironic.' she thought, and then she died.

....

When she opened her eyes again her mother standing over her with a concerned frown...and she had wings. They were beautiful! And she was...amazing...the only thing she'd ever known of her mother was one tiny picture in a locket...seeing her as an angel was...astoundingly wonderful...and somehow strange.

"Mom?" she whispered as tears welled up in her eyes.

Her mother smiled after hearing her voice. "Patricia...or you go by Plaire now don't you?...I always knew you'd go by your middle name..." tears welled up in her eyes as she helped Plaire up and wrapped her arms around her. "I never got to be your mother...I am so sorry!" more tears fell from her eyes...Plaire never thought she'd see an angel....she never thought she'd see one cry.

"Mom, it's okay...I've been fine on my own." she assured her angelic mother.

She frowned and wiped the tears away. "You're a poor liar! Just like your old man!" she smiled and wiped more tears from her eyes. "And look at you! You're all grown up!"

Plaire frowned "I'm only sixteen...I'm not all grown up yet."

The angel took on a shocked expression. "Goodness you're tall!"Plaire was nearly 6 feet tall. "And you have my hair." she exclaimed taking a lock of Plaire's short silver hair and comparing it to her own whitish-silver locks. Then she stared into Plaire's eyes "They're beautiful!" she said gazing into her soft violet eyes.

Plaire just shrugged "Eh...I sort of wish I looked more normal...then I wouldn't stand out as much."

Her mother smiled back at her with an empathetic expression. "I have missed a lot haven't I? Forgive me."

Plaire nodded with a sigh. Then she glanced around at the the white nothingness around her. "Where are we?" she asked with a frown. "Heaven?"

Her mother shook her head with a slight smile. "Your dreams."

"My dreams?!" Plaire asked in shock "But I...But I died tonight!"

Her angel shook her head knowingly. "You're still alive, Plaire."

"No...I can't be I..."

"Plaire...right now you are sleeping in a hospital bed." she said cutting off Plaire's protests with a frown. "You almost died. But someone found you and called the police. Right now you are recovering from the wound...you are going to wake up any minute now...if you so chose." she said cryptically.

"What do you mean 'If I so chose?" Plaire asked with a confused frown.

"You're trapped, Plaire."

"Trapped?"

"In a dream....you must chose to wake up. You have one more test to face...one more chance to chose life. Live." she commanded. "You still have much to accomplish in life."

"But what if I want to die?" Plaire asked but her mother was already fading away.

"I love you." she said...and then she was gone.

...

Plaire was in the ally again. This time she wasn't bleeding to death...though the wound was still there. And she could breath. Someone was holding her in his arms...she recognized his touch...Adilai...she was with Adilai again.

"Plaire...I...are you okay?" he asked with a frown as she gazed into his sky blue eyes. Silhouetted by the moonlight he looked even more handsome than ever.

"Jessica stabbed me." she whispered with tear filled eyes.

"But you trusted her!"

"She was just using me, Lai...once she got what she wanted she left me behind...."

"That's horrible!" he said as he gazed sadly into her eyes. "I would never abandon you like that!"

Plaire sat up in panic. "This is a dream!" she exclaimed gazing around frantically.

"No it's not!!" he exclaimed with a suspicious anger behind his eyes.

"You're a liar!" Plaire shouted at him with a scowl. She jumped up and backed away from him, fear filling her heart. "You abandoned me a year ago! You're the reason I ran away...you're the reason I trusted Jessica....you...I hate you!" she screamed. "I've got to wake up from this nightmare!" she exclaimed, looking around desperately, running her hands through her hair in confusion.

Just as he got up to stop her from waking herself up she screamed as loud as she could. The sound welling up inside her and exploding...only that scream was strong enough to make her open her eyes.

.....

When she awoke she was in a Hospital bed...with an I.V hooked up to her arm and bandages on her waist and stomach. She sighed as tears filled her eyes...now that she'd abandoned the dream Adilai...she just wanted him back. Why was her heart so stupid! And with that she fell into a dreamless sleep that would give her the best night's sleep she'd had in years.

A/N Now that the contest I entered this for is over, I can add this Authors note. This is a prequel for a book I am writing (have yet to publish on Wattpad)  So there are a lot of unanswered questions here. I am thinking about converting this into a short novella (3-5 chapters) where I can explain more of what happened (Why Jessica stabbed her, stuff leading up to that point, and then a short epilogue of what happens after this) so Once I get the time for that I'll make sure and spend some time making this story a little less confusing. Alrighty well I'll write you later. Love y'all  -Reibun