Why do we need enemies? What is the point in having them? I rather keep a rivalry.
I was just finishing up a brownie my brother made. He loved pretending they were full of weed. The bastard. Being late at night I stuffed the last bit down and fell asleep. I knew my music wasn't playing, but I had a very long day. I didn't care. I drifted off to sleep, not long till I started dreaming. Or at least, what I thought was a dream.
I wake up in a closed box. I feel that I am fully clothed, soft bedding. A coffin? Am I dead or something? No, I'm alive. I'm breathing, right? I'm in a dress though. why a dress? No, just no. I think as I get the lid off of the box, the dress was a simple on but still very pretty on me I guess. It was turquoise so I could at least tolerate its color. I get up out of the box and start walking. The dress fits a little big on me, must have been a hand-me-down. I spot a hallway and it's painted brightly with different colors. Yellow, magenta, jade green, royal purple (only a bit of that) and other colors. The way its been painted looked like blood. Smells like blood, too.
"Hello? Anyone there?" I say, never expecting a reply from behind, seems like someone was behind me the entire time.
"Hi, SiS." I jump as I feel warm breath right behind me.
"Oh my god!" I shout. I then turned to see a painted face of a horned person. Great, a Juggalo. My face goes from being frightened to being an 'you've got to be kidding me' face. I don't have time to fuck around with a clown, I need to get out of here. It's starting to make me feel paranoid and anxiety filled. I need a break from people who listen to loud and yelly music that is on full blast, also.
"WoAh, SiS, i ReAlLy GoT yOu." The clown said with a laugh. He was right, he scared me good. I actually started laughing a little. I think it's hilarious when things like that happen to me and/or anyone around me. I noticed he was a lanky tall male (Probably taller than my big brother) and stood a lot like the dude at school who I had a crush on. The hair was messy and curly, like my kid brother, but longer. His face looks stoned and that was a sign I need to watch out, well, for me it was. But all together, wasn't a bad look for bodied stoner with curly messy long hair and face paint. Along with lazily put together clothes.
"Well, where am I?" I'm not used to talking to people. I am, however, good at getting the info I need. I am rather small and skinny. Not to mention weak and fragile looking. I was also good at following a conversation without actually being mentally present. He told me some things and I snapped back in. "Oh really? Huh, sounds interesting." I say before I snap back out. Next I hear his voice go all weird. I come back to see another person with horns. Her shirt had a libra sign on it and she walked with a cane. She seemed to be blind but had a consistent smile, like she knew exactly where she was going.
"H3LLO G4MZ33." She said before seeing me, or what ever. "WHO'S TH1S?" pointing her cane at my face. Instinctively I try to bite it.
"WoAh, ShE aLmOsT gOt YoUr CaNe." Gazmee, or what ever the girl said his name was, said. Ignoring that the libra had asked who I was. She put down her cane and asked again who I was. "Oh, ThIs Is..."
"Sam. I never said I was a girl, did I?" Truthfully, no one could tell. If I am a girl, I'm flat chested. If I'm a boy, I have a pretty high voice. I still didn't care if I was wearing a dress. I never wanted to and I never said I was a girl. Which I think I'm not.
"SoRrY bRo." Gazmee said, stoned but apologetic. Man, he just doesn't sober up, does he?
"Never said I was a guy. So, Just don't." Although I could be a girl. I do have some skinny legs. The dress is actually suiting if I am either.
"T3R3Z1 PYROP3. N1C3 TO M33T YOU." Tezeri or what ever said. I'm really bad with names.
"GaMzEe MaKaRa." Oh, his name is Gamzee. Got it. I went over and sat down on the floor. Why? Why am I here? Where is here?
"So where am I?" I ask, looking back at Tezeri and Gamzee are. I'm fairly sure Gamzee said something but he wasn't facing me so I couldn't tell.
"YOU DON"T S33M V3RY SUPR1S3D." Tezeri says.
"Huh? Sorry, I didn't catch that." I say back.
"H3 S41D W3 4R3 ON 4 M3T3OR."
"Oh, that's suprising. I didn't know that was possible."
"B3L13V3 1T." Tezeri turned to walk around a bit. Using her cane to lead the way. She was talking, but yet again, I can't tell what she's saying.
"Okay, you do realize I'm deaf, right?" I say, informing them that, even though they were trying to talk to me when they weren't facing me and I couldn't hear them. I can read lips, though.
"Wh4T?" They said in unison, both looking at me like I was strange.
"Yea, so I can't tell what you're saying if you don't face me. I can read what you speak from looking at the words your mouths form. So you need to face me when you speak or I wont know what you're telling me. That means you Tezeri."
"MY N4M3 1S T3R3Z1."