Hello! I know it's been… years since my last update, but I've been hit by the bug again. The bug told me to redo Horrible Horror-scopes and make it what it was meant to be: a good, old-fashioned horror story. (It won't let me go!) I don't know how this will turn out, but I do know that it's heart this time. This time, it's life. That's important.

Disclaimer for the whole thing: I have the plot and little else. The characters are OOC characters from Naoko herself.

Horrible Horror-scopes

Tomorrow never dies…

That's a damn lie.

Tomorrow dies the moment you touch today, the minute, the heart of the issue, and I was no more ready to acknowledge this at any point in life than at that table. They say heaven is a lovely place with gold streets, wings, and no clear memory of your past: just eternal bliss. Likewise, Hell is a place of fire, tears, and wailing. Still, I can't quite tell which one I'm at; maybe the Catholics were right when they brought purgatory into the game. For all I know, I could be awaiting reincarnation. However, there was one thing I did know: I would hate to visit Hell. I've already been there.

"Miss Tsukino, right?" In the darkness that surrounded me, the voice emoted deeply, heavy vibrations pushing through dry emptiness.

"Actually, I prefer Serena these days."

"I can guarantee you that these will be the longest days of your life… Miss Tsukino." There was humor. I didn't like it. My humor went away with the newspapers.

"Sir, I pray that I'm not being too rude by asking, by why am I here?"

"Ms. Tsukino …I'm afraid you've died-"

"-I established that fact when I noticed I didn't have to breathe. Now, could you please tell me why I'm here?" I know I'm dead! I just want to know where the Hell I'm going!

"…Very well. You have a strange case. Apparently, you were killed by your boyfriend." After a few moments of consideration, I nodded in agreement. I could deal with that. "Unfortunately, he was the Antichrist."

If my heart had been beating, it would have stopped. Suddenly, fear froze my veins. "A-am I carrying-"

"Fortunately, you're not. You didn't even die with an STD. You are as clean as a whistle." While I was relieved, I wasn't sure I wanted any one… or being knowing that much about me. "However, we need an account from you about the experience. I mean, you're a sharp young woman. He had to be pretty slick for you to not notice a single thing wrong."

He was right and wrong on so many different levels. The shades of black and white were there, but over time they began to match. After a while, I could only see gray.

"Tomorrow never dies… That is the most foolish saying I've heard. Sir, I'll have you know that I always said it back when the grass was greener and had no gray patches. …I wish for that greener grass every second. It allows me to hope for something better and remind myself that when I died, there was no green: just gray."