.:Thir13en Ghosts - The Ballerina's Ghosts:.
A/N - I know it's another Thir13en Ghosts fic, but I can' help it, I keep on getting more and more ideas for these things.
And by the way I don't own anything to do with Thir13en Ghosts, it belongs to their respective owners, so please do not sue me. I only own my ideas and charaters I created for this.
An eighteen year old girl with pixie style black hair and ice blue eyes walks down an empty street, her torn chunky jacket blows in the wind as she wraps her arms around her waist, as she continues to walk down the road large drops of blood hits the pavement, blood runs thick from her nose and her already pale skin begins to look blue, the pupils of her icy blue eyes suddenly spike out with sharp black spikes.
After a few more minutes of walking the girl suddenly falls to her knees hard and then hits the floor, the blood from what ever wound her body had received continues to bleed as she tries her best to curl up into a tight ball, and then not long after hitting the floor, the girl passes out into the realm of unconscious.
The girl lays asleep across a cold hard floor, her skin now blue and lifeless. Dead, and yet still some how managing to congeal blood pools around her lower stomach and legs, her once clean jacket is now stained with the blood that's leaked from her body.
A few seconds later the girl groans as she slowly opens her eyes only to cover them with her hand from the blinding yellow light that bares down on her. The girl slowly lowers her hand as she sits up and then gets to her feet.
"Hay, are you ok?" a female voice asks. The girl looks round to find a woman in her early 20's stud behind a blood smeared glass wall. The woman herself has black eyes and pale blue skin that's married with long and shirt scares, she's naked and has long wet brown hair that hang over her shoulder and frames her face.
"What's going on? Where am I? Who are you?" the girl asks as she takes a cautious step towards the glass wall, and the woman. "You poor thing. You don't know?!" the woman says in shock. The girl shakes her head as she says "No. Did you see anyone following me? Two guys, one has blonde hair, and the other has brown; dark brown. Their both wearing black hoodies".
The woman frowns as she says "No. I saw no one. What happened to you?". "I shouldn't talk about it. I said I wouldn't" the girl says as she looks at her hands. The woman continues to frown as she says "It's ok, you're safe here. You can tell me". The girl features become confused ridden as she says "It was late, I was walking back from the cinemas, with Morgan, it was our first date. I was nervous, I'd always liked him. Any way, there where these boys, they'd been to see the same movie, and when we came out they started to say stuff...". "What kind of stuff?" the woman asks.
"Stupid stuff; like how it would be better if I'd hang with them, how I would have more fun. Any way we didn't listen, and just kept walking, but when we were about a block or so down from the cinema we bumped it them again; it was almost like they'd been waiting for us. Morgan tried to get me to run, but the blonde one came after me and dragged me back to his friend, and Morgan. Only Moran wasn't there, but there was blood on the floor" the girl says as her eyes suddenly find the floor more interesting.
The woman looks shocked as if knowing already what happened next, but she stills asks "What did they do to you?". The girl looks at her and says "They raped me! They both had a go each, and then did it together. Then the black haired one knifed me, while the other beat every where but my face". The woman gasps as she covers her mouth with her left hand, she then says "I'm so sorry". "Don't be. You didn't do it" the girl says softly as a stray tear rolls down her face.
The woman nods as she says "I'm Dana, by the way. What's you're name?". "Snow, Snow Frost. Silly I know, but my parents had me on a snowy night, so there's a meaning to it" the girl says with a small smile. "So, why am I here?" Snow asks after a few minutes. Dana frowns as she asks "Snow, do you actually know what happened after they hurt you?".
"Just tell her!" a mad cackling voice shouts, and then the voice starts laughing like mad. Snow spins round sharply to find a man in a straight-jacket standing behind two sheets of glass walls, opposite her. The man had a bent and burnt iron cage on his head, steel blue eyes and long straggle black hair.
Snow flinched back slightly at the sight of the man, but only succeed in slipping in her own blood, and falling backwards and landing hard on her butt. "Ignore Ryan". "He's got a point Dana, even if he is mad. It's best to just tell her. It'll hurt more if you linger on with it" another male voice says.
Dana faces fills with thunder as she yells "Shut up Royce!". Royce shakes his head as he says "Hay doll, you wanna know what's going on?". Snow stands up slowly as she tries to ignore the blood on the floor. "Yes" she says as she walks towards the glass panel.
"You're dead babes. With a Capital D!" Royce tells her. Snow steps back in shock and slowly begins to shake her head, she then says "No! No!". Snow falls to the floor as she looks around the small room she's in, she then looks round at Dana and asks "Is it true? Am I... dead? Dana?".
Dana frowns as she looks down at the younger girl, she then says "Yes. I'm sorry, they brought you here late last night". "Is this heaven?" Snow asks. Dana looks at her with lost eyes but doesn't answer. "No, this isn't heaven, and it's not hell either. It just some arse holes basement!" Royce shouts, and then hits his bat off the glass in frustration and anger.
Snow crawls towards the nearest glass wall, and then slumps against the glass as she begins to cry. A few minutes later Snow turns her head to face the glass she's leant on, and instantly gasps in shock when she sees a tall male staring back at her from the far wall in the next room. The man was riddle with bullets, and had short pale blonde hair.
Snow watches him for a few minutes, and then looks away. "That's Horace" Dana's voice tells her. "That's nice" Snow says as she looks down at her hands. Horace growls low as he says "Sorry we can't all be as good looking as you!". Snow looks back at him with confusion, she then says "What makes you think I don't find you nice looking?". Horace grunts as he says "Every bodies the same!".
"I'm not like every body else! I give everybody a chance, no matter what they look like!" Snow tells him. Horace looks at her for a few moments before he says "Sorry". Snow nods slightly and then turns back to look at her hands. "And you're not bad looking, you're quite pretty, if you look past the bullet holes. You should never let anyone put you down" Snow says a few seconds later.
Horace watches her for a few minutes, and then he suddenly smiles a little. "Thank you" he tells her. Snow looks at him as she says "Any time". Dana sits down slowly as she says "Snow, talk to me. Tell me about yourself". "Why? What's the point?" Snow asks as she slowly looks towards Dana.
Dana frowns as she hears this, she then says "Sorry, I thought it might make you feel better". Dana then turns and shuffles backwards until she hits the glass at the back of her room. Snow looks away anger and sad at her own meanness.
"I have a little brother, his names Grey, he's 6, and is a big fan of Scooby-Doo, so much that he dresses like Fred and Shaggy, and sleeps in a Scooby-Doo outfit, and he loves me most because I sing him to sleep and chase away his nightmares" Snow says after a couple of minutes. Dana looks up at her and smiles softly.
"My Dad's a business man, and works for long hours, sometimes for days in other countries, but he always brings us something back, and he's never cheated on my Mom. My Mom's beautiful, and a great cook, she taught me how to play the piano, and to sing. Their names are Tom and Katie Frost, and love them all" Snow says and then suddenly breaks down into a mass of tears. Dana looks down as she says "It's ok now, Snow. They'll be ok, and you're safe. So don;t be upset". Snow slowly allows herself to fall to the side, and back into her own blood.
A/N - You don't have to review, but I would be nice, and it would also mean a lot to me. So could at least please try. Please, and thank.
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