Twilight is Dead

Paige didn't know what was going on. Beads of sweat rolled down her face so quickly, so that in 10 seconds her face was so damp, midgets could have used it as a water theme park.
Her tummy was tying itself in knots, over and over again, knot after knot.
Her heart was thumping so loudly and so quickly, she could hear it – it sounded like an African drum. The blood vanished from her face, so it was pale and dead-looking. She was shaking so much you could almost hear it.

For the eleventh time she flipped through the pages of her Twilight book. Then her New Moon book. Eclipse. Breaking Dawn.
Her face was now wet with sweat and tears, both pouring viscously down her face, and down her neck.
Even her scalp began to sweat, so that her hair was nearly drenched.

She again flipped through all of her Twilight saga books, screaming in fright and panic now.
Was she dreaming? No. She pinched herself, her hands still shaking. She wasn't dreaming. She was in a nightmare. Her nightmare had come true.

There were no words in any of her Twilight books. Just blank pages. Not even the authors background. Not even the acknowledgements, not even the blurb.

She put on her Twilight DVD. Nothing. The screen remained blank.
She tried her 2 pirate copies. Nothing. The screen stayed black – and she felt like she was in that black screen – tumbling down into it, never stopping.

She let out a strangled sob, and a ear piercing scream.
She ran downstairs, falling halfway down. But she picked herself up and opened her front door. Without shutting the door, she grabbed her little scooter (that she named Scoot) and flew down the road, knocking people off their feet.

She never slowed down – she whizzed and skidded round corners, nearly flying off.

Finally she got to the library.
She jumped off her scooter and launched herself through the doors, not even bothering to stop when she shoved the librarians out of the way.

The library wasn't like a maze to Paige, like it is to some people. She knew it like the back of her hand.

She was there. At her beloved Twilight saga stand.
She picked up every single Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, and Breaking Dawn book, and thoroughly flipped through the pages.

Nothing.

Not a word.

Just pages.

Blank, blank pages.

Paige fell to the ground. Her vampire books scattered around her, even some pages torn out, still fluttering in the air to the carpeted ground down below.

Paige could faintly hear chaos around her. But it sounded blurred, like echoes. Everything around her was spinning. She was on her back, and the last thing she saw before the terrifying darkness was the blank ink less pages, falling in slow motion towards her.