The Pains That Follow

Time had become a complete phantom to Mrijev. Since the fight, Kit had broken up with Inky for being so mean to his opponent. Now she lived with Mrijev in his colorful home.
Strangely, though, Kit never changed, day never came, and Mrijev couldn’t stand up. Kit came to Mrijev and embraced his head, coming closer to the boy. Her hands placed themselves on a sore spot on his head, and she began fidgeting with his skull. He leaned forward and tenderly laid his lips upon hers.  As he drew back his head he noticed her hand doing the same, and as her palm collided with his cheek his head –as well as the world about him – spiraled into the dull colors of cruel reality.
As Mrijev looked around him, he noticed himself in the same place as his brawl with his friend. He noticed that he had a huge headache and that he was sitting in a pool of his own blood. Yet these circumstances mattered not to him: He quickly looked up to see the girl whom he had mistakenly insulted. Just in time he saw and identified the girl as Izzy. She turned her back and stormed off. Mrijev laid back into his crimson bed being sure to care for his head and thought of the girl.
Her name was Izzy, she was 16 years of age, and she was Native American. No one that actually knew her thought of her as shy, she just never is seen in the normal cliques and thus not noticed. Mrijev wondered what she must be like. After all, though she was not the girl Mrijev meant to kiss, he did still enjoy the experience, other than the bright red handprint on his cheek.
Mrijev figured he couldn’t have been there for long, the sun was just beginning to come close to the horizon. As the pool of blood continued to grow, Mrijev became numb all over his body and could no longer move. Finding it irrelevant at this point to be awake over this time of senselessness, he shut his eyes and went to sleep.
Mrijev’s dream perplexed him, he saw himself laying in the grassy field on a warm Autumn dawn, where the grass was moist with fresh morning dew. He first thought he was seeing his life like he was dying until a person came to him. The person was a girl. Mrijev could only make out vague details of the girl, from what he could see the girl resembled Izzy. He could see that the girl was talking to him with tears coming down her face, yet he could not understand what she was saying. As his dream grew redder and redder his dream continued. The last thing that he saw was himself getting up and going to the girl whom was much shorter than him. Before he could tell anything else his dream was drowned out by flashes of red and white. At the same time Mrijev forgot the dull colors of cruel reality.