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The tale of my death started on a nice-winter's day. Wait. Did I say nice? I meant HORRIBLE. It was mid-January in Swatotl, Texas (1) when a massive and rare snow strom hit. The blizzard was so strong and heavy, it covered all of the bone-dry land, of course canceling school. Luckily, my family had heard of the snow and that it may freeze, so they packed our refridgerator full of food. But, no one expected it to be THIS bad. So, my parents didn't think to get a big snow coat since it wouldn't be too much. Well, there I was, the snow had stopped and it was too cold to be able to play outside for five minutes with my pathetic jacket. So basically, it started with me being bored and playing on my computer. My eyes were lazy brown-centerd orbs as I stared at my screen, which was reflecting Inuyasha Fan-Dubs. My bored version of concentration was cut short when a beeping sound emitted through my speakers. I checked my other tab and noticed my friend Stella had logged on to google. Imediately after the first, another beeping sound rang, telling me Bekah wanted to chat. She was stuck inside too, her wardrobe also unprepared. I decided I might as well talk, civilization wasn't bad for you if you were THIS bored. She was also my inspiring adventurer, always helping me get ideas for fanfics and drawings for Deviantart. So, I accepted her chat request and we instantly started conversation.
StellaMarris: Yo, Hotaru!
Neonkitteh: Koori-chan!
StellaMarris: How's it goin'?
Neonkitteh: Terrible. All I could do all day was either watch Star Trek Marathons with my dad, watch Footloose and Grease with my mom for the eight-hundredth time, or watch cheaply dubbed Inuyasha parodies.
StellaMarris: Fun.
Neonkitteh: Yup.
StellaMarris: I've been working on my Fanfics. BTW, Kiri sent me a wierd looking link. She says it's a realistic Inuyasha World Virtual Game. I haven't clicked it yet but I figured you might want to check it out.
Neonkitteh: Cool, send it to me. Send me entertainment before I tranform from a comedic and lovable nerd to a computer geek.
StellaMarris: Lol, ok. Here:
.net/7098765682/
I clicked the link, ready for some form of entertainment. I expected it to just open in a new tab, but it was taking longer than usual. My computer was homemade by my tech-wiz nerd of a dad, and it was built for speed so I got impatient fast. After a second, I got the idea that it could be a virus-ridden website so I tried to click out of it. My dad was too cheap to buy me an anti-virus software, so I had to be very careful. As I attempted to hit the cancel button, I noticed that I couldn't. My mouse wasn't blocked and my computer was fine, but it was ME that couldn't move. Only my face could move. I tried to jerk and everything, but it was if someone had covered me in cement. Solid stone. I sat there, dazed and shocked at my situation. I must be dreaming. It HAS to be a dream, doesn't it? Suddenly, my mouse began shaking violently. It made a mysterious rattling sound, as if it were aging and turned 100 years old. My computer screen began flickered, to the tune of the rattling, and my eyes had grown in size. Random objects around my room began shaking, one by one. Soon, everything in my room was skaing. My picture frames. My bed. My bookshelf. Even my empty can of root beer was rattling. The rattling sounds only became worse, and it was almost as bad as hearing nails on a chalkboard. In a flash, everything paused. I waited for something to happen, but nothing did. When I finally breathed in again, my surrounding seemed to instantly become sucked into oblivion. I was now surrounded by a deep black. I had NEVER seen this deep of a black before, it was indescribable. (2) My desk too, vanished and I began to feel scared. Wait, erase that. TERRIFIED. I found that I was able to move again, and my hands involuntarily clutched onto the bottom of my swivel chair. Even though the room I was in was so dark, I seemed to glow. I looked like I was in the desert sun. I felt the chair begin to spin, and my already tense fingers squeezed harder onto the chair. My eyes squeezed shut, but I was still getting extremely dizzy. The spinning became so rapid, I couldn't feel it. The only evidence I had of it still spinning, was that my red-brown hair was no longer laying down, it was flying behind me, unable to keep up with the spinning. My nervous and aching hands slipped from my sweat, and I felt myself fly form the chair. I could see the darkness seem to warp and bend into an ominous purple color. Floating sparles surrounded me, and I felt the urge to touch them. I was still flying, but I also seemed to be floating. I noticed that this strange place had huge bones at the bottom, that I knew I had seen before. I decided that it was the least of my problems when I noticed that I was floating towards another twisting area of darkness. As I went through it, I felt a chill and felt odd. I felt as if I were becomeing lighter, stronger and it felt good. But at the same time, it terrified me. I had given up on the thought that it was a dream. Dreams don't have temperatures or aches in them, and I could remeber waking up that morning. Suddenly, I felt myslef plummet downward. My hair flew back, and if I had straightened myslef a little bit more, I'd be in perfect diving position. The darkness below faded to green, then the green turned into a brighter green. Finally, I realised it was grass. Normal, green, grass. I realised that I was going to hit it, and began to panic. The grass came up right in front of my face, and I only heard a sharp thud before I crashed into another form of darkness.
(1) It doesn't really exist.
(2) Idk, how to spell it sorry.