Juggalos and Rainbows
My first mistake was falling asleep. The second was dreaming. A room with a white carpet floor greets my eyes. I rub them and it's not white anymore it's a mess of ten colors. The juggalo, who is constantly haunting my nightmares, emerges his face cloaked in shadows, dragging a bloody figure alongside him. I look at the colored - no. My stomach lurches, blood stained carpet. Ten out of 12 colors, two were missing. White hot pain, tears down my side. I curl up on the carpet, pressing my hands to my side. They instantly warm with what I know is fuchsia blood. As the blood runs through my fingers the juggalo drops the troll. A hand coated in indigo blood shoots out of the dark. The juggalo grinned, a murderous smile dripping off his ashen face. The smile only grew as he used his foot to push a silver haired troll into the light. My already shallow breathing hitches in my throat. The troll sits up glaring at the juggalo. Silvery white hair and S shaped horns.
"3th!n3." I said, almost loud enough to be a whisper. He whirls around, his beautiful face filing with panic as he saw me lying there, t-shirt quickly saturating with blood.
"Avily!" He cried, scrambling to my side. His hands shake as he lifts my t-shirt, drawing in a rattling breath as he saw the wound. He gently brushed the hair from my eyes, brushing his curled fingers across my cheek. He leaned down, kissing me hard, as he lingers a rush of warmth flooded me. He pulls back indigo tears spilling down his face.
"I love you so much." he said. I can not only read how he's feeling' but can see it in his face that he's refusing to accept that I wont make it. I got out a strangled sounding
"3th!n3 iii" as that damn juggalo buried a knife up to the hilt in his back. He took my blood slick hand in his. The juggalo giggles
"MeeT You IN HelL pRincEsS!" And we were left with nothing to do but watch the light fade from each others eyes.
"! lov3 you…" I whispered right before my hand goes limp.