Author's Note: This is officially my first published fanfic. Wow. I finished reading My Immortal yesterday, and was inspired to write an unofficial sequel. None of this is meant to be taken seriously, and I'm literally making it up as I go. Don't expect much quality-wise either, since I'm not bothering to revise this. What goes down on the page, stays on the page. Every chapter name is the name of a song, and I recommend you listen to it while reading the chapter.
Chapter 1: Cut My Hair - Mounika
My name is Velvet Hades Dust October Mist. Or at least, that's the name I was given after the takeover. It's been four years since Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way became Headmistress of Hogwarts. I was only in my third year when it happened. She just appeared one day, claiming to be in her seventh year, and soon brainwashed a small selection of students and replaced the staff with weird bootlegged versions of themselves. She then took over the whole school and forced everyone to be goth and killed everyone who refused or was deemed "preppy".
I stared into the mirror. My face was unnaturally pale, caked with foundation three or four shades too light for my skin. Red and black eyeshadow was smeared around my red and black eyes, which were rimmed with a thick black circle of eyeliner and clumpy mascara. My black lips quivered. I began to cry, the tears leaving black stains on my cheeks. I was so tired of living a lie. I took a moment to compose myself and stepped back to examine the rest of me. I was wearing a ripped mesh shirt with a black corset with purple lace over it. Matching fishnet stockings adorned my legs, and on top of that was a short leather skirt that barely covered my butt. The six inch platform boots were killing my feet. Locks of straight black hair streaked with pink and purple cascaded down my shoulders, adorned by way too many decorative hair pins that had skulls and bat wings on them.
The corset was the first thing I ripped off, flinging it across the dorm with reckless abandon and a sharp shriek before tearing off the already ripped mesh shirt underneath. The shoes were chucked across the room so hard they left cracks in the opposite wall. I snatched the scissors off the counter and furiously snipped at the stockings, throwing the scraps to the floor and stomping on them.
I let out a guttural scream and yanked at a section of my hair, lopping it off with scissors before tearing the hair pins out of my scalp. My screams grew louder and louder the more hair I chopped off. It felt like hours, switching between chopping and practically tearing the hair off of my head. All the anger, the hate, the frustration pent up over the past four years came out all at once. I stopped screaming abruptly, and threw the scissors to the ground which landed with a soft thud in the pile of black hair around my feet. Velvet Hades Dust October Mist is dead. She was never really me. My real name is Tuesday Blanchett, and if I have to fight to get that name back then I will.
I took deep calming breaths, and with a lethargic numbness I took the makeup wipes off the counter, scrubbed my face, took out the colored contacts, then looked back up at the mirror.
My face matched the rest of my olive skin, and was adorned with more freckles than I cared to count. My hazel eyes were rimmed with red from crying and getting makeup in them. All that remained of my hair was a messy black pixie cut. I let out a weak chuckle. Ebony would probably kill me if she knew I was wearing pastel purple underwear.
"Violet? Was that you screaming?" A timid voice whispered behind me. I whipped around and every muscle in my body seized up.
I was standing face to face with a goth while looking very un-goth.