Caro, io stesso by Trey Terror

A/N: This is a new story idea. I got the “basic” (when I say basic I mean basic) plot idea from a manga entitled “Dear Myself” by Eeki Eeki. Her story is about a boy who wakes from a 2 year coma to find out hes gay and has a lover... and they fall in love and its over in three chapters. Mine is about the same thing... but I am using nothing of hers except the basic plot line. She has her characters, settings, events... and I have mine. I will admit, I like using the dream sequences in her mangas... so the dreams are kinda straight out of the manga, but in my own words... (cause most mangas are pictures...)
either way... enjoy
treyTerror

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I knew I was dreaming by the feel of the air in my lungs, and the intensity of the moonlight. I was seated on grass in a circular clearing that was surrounded by trees. Crickets were chirping rhythmically with each other. There was one large tree in the middle of the clearing, with a large rock next to it under its shade. The words ‘our tree’ suddenly flashed across my minds eye (even though I didn’t recognize the words.)

I was near the tree, but closer to the tree was a boy about my age. He was looking at me—into me—his eyes, crystal blue, were brimming with tears. I felt a strong surge of compassions towards the boy. Suddenly, everything went black, but I could hear the crickets still chirping their song. The boys face came into view, closer this time. His eyes were piercing me, his gaze; was quivering, as he held my stare.
“I will make sure you never cry again” I couldn’t tell who had said it, him or I.

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“Baby brother!” a shrilly, girl voice roared outside my bedroom door. “Its time for school sleepy head, if your not up in five minutes I’m gonna wake you up.”
I slowly opened my eyes and looked around my room, it looked different to me… but I couldn’t remember why. I remember having airplanes on the wall but now my walls were just a shade of purple. Maybe I was just really tired. Maybe I was dreaming?

I stood and stretched, eying the new furnishings in my room. It was almost as if someone did a makeover show while I was sleeping. I looked at the clock, smiling when I saw that my old Puff the Magic Dragon clock hadn't changed.

“Emanuel” my sister groaned at my door.
“I'm up Clarissa, chill” I said.

I opened the door and stood, eying my crazy sister haphazardly. She was very different then what I remember.

“Claire...” I said, unsure.
“Yes...” she said, mocking me.
“Why is your hair purple?” I asked.
“Because,” she paused, for what seemed like an hour, “you helped me dye it and said it would look 'fabulous'.”
“I... what?” I asked.

I turned back towards my bedroom and sat on my bed. I put my head in my hands and then I ran a hand through my hair. Wait... I ran a hand through my...

“Why is my hair like a girls!” I screamed, “What happened to my nice buzz cut, now I look all emo and shit.”

My sister laughed at me, patted my head, and headed towards my door.

“Mom,” she yelled into the kitchen, “Emanuel' got his memory back.”