Hullo mes amies!

So, I know art has been... showing up less and less. But school is being a buttface and I'm not pulling through very well and I'm trying to cope with that. Sadly, drawing has not been an outlet for my pain. It's been singing and writing.

BUT, my choir director has been overworking my voice the past week because we have a concert next Wed and Thurs. I've been hoarse for the past three days and he STILL insists on pushing us. Honey-lemon cough drops have been my friend. Although it is getting better, I feel so desperately lost. Singing is one of the things I am actually PROUD of; now that it's not fully there, I don't feel whole. In class when I don't do something right or something doesn't sound pretty I can't stand it. It's the perfectionist in me.

SO. After my singing outlet was shot, I discovered that my writing block has risen! Yippee! It happened after I had this freaky dream. (That's where all my stories come from, haha!) I woke up early in the morning to write it down so that I wouldn't forget it. It wasn't really needed though, I still feel the tingle of the dream. Here it is:

There is some sort of bomb or comet that lands by a school at night. There is a football game going on and it ‘kills’ the stands of people. I was hiding in the bathroom with a friend, and so we weren’t infected. We went outside to see the stunned, and suddenly they moved. We ran inside the building but they followed us. I didn’t know what they wanted, but I told them I would do anything they wanted me to. They pushed me down the halls of the school, where the infected were beginning to flood the corridors. Suddenly there was an old man with us, a crazy scientist man, covered in blood. He looks at me and begins to lead me away. Some of the infected follow but he doesn’t really seem to care. He takes me to the back of the school and down a dark corridor where there is a door to one of those things that you find at shipyards, but a big boxy one. He opens it and ushers me inside, leaving the infected outside. It’s pretty dark, so I just muddle around and see a shelf of books and tables with chemicals and beakers and such on them tubs of water, cabinets, and a lot of other clutter before he points to a long black thick table-thingy, almost like a dentist’s chair. There are three other tables in the room too, but they are metal and I’m glad he let me sit on this one. I sit there until he comes over with rusted knives. I hope off to the left in protest, hesitantly asking if he has any anesthetic, but he says no. I begin to back away but he tells me to cooperate. Eventually he gets me on the chair again and raises the knife. (Here I closed my eyes and wished for me to wake up, mentally hitting myself in the face. I did momentarily get a flash of my room, but then it was gone.) He began to unbutton my shirt and I was making comments and such and he was just commenting back. He was just about to make an incision into my heart when a woman walks in, presumably his wife. In the confusion, I hop off the table and across the room. He’s getting annoyed and the woman frowns at him. I think he grabs me again…
There was also some back story about how I used to see him, once when I was really young, once when I was older, and once when I was studying medicine. Each time he was bloody and in a lab coat, but gradually got more older. He was almost ‘tracking’ my progress.

Throughout my days I've been piecing together the plot, bit by bit.

Right now the main character's name is Amelia. In Italian, Amalia meant hard working, but I don't really like how that sounds so I'm using Amelia. I've decided for now not to name the scientist to enforce that air of mystery about him. And the lady person at the end I've gender-bended into a boy named Adam. He is an infected that the scientist CURED. But that cure has only worked on Adam. I don't know why though! GAHH There's so much stuff I need to write! Bear with me!

After the part where the dream ends, where Amelia hops off of the chair when Adam enters, I've decided that the scientist will say something that will imply Amelia is infected. She'll protest, and he'll take a blood sample or something and agree that it's true.

Back story with the scientist and Amelia is that he has been watching her ever since he noticed she would be involved with medicine and such, immediately realizing she was a prodigy and could help him try to cure and stop the infection. When the scientist sees Amelia with the infected, he immediately decides to do whatever it takes to cure her because he needs her. He is in such a state of shock that she is infected that he forgets to use logic. OH and also, he's been in that ship box thing ever since she started high school so that he could track and follow her. Yay for creepy stalkers!

For the infected, I still need to make their condition, why the comet/bomb made them change, and how to fix them. Amelia needs to figure it out for me. xD Right now, I've got that it renders the infected blind, rolling their eyes into the back of their heads and exposing only white. It also heightens all of the other senses. I need to make a want for the infected, too. Ex, zombies want brains, vampires want blood, infected want... GAH I don't know yet... HELP.

As for pairing... there's a major AmeliaxScientist in my head, but I think AdamxAmelia will be the reining champion.