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I was lying on my bed, staring up the prickled ceiling. I ran my trembling hands through my tangled hair, gritting my teeth together. I knew I had only an hour before my friends would be at my front door, picking me up for the 'emEnd of the School Year'/em party, but I had one of the worst headaches pressing against my skull. It had only started two hours ago, though it had now spread out into a full-blown migraine, causing me to moan out in agony. I sucked on the inside of my bottom lip, feeling a bit nauseous and threw an arm over my eyes to block out the light. A groan escaped my lips and I brought my legs to my chest, rolling into a ball.
I wished the pain away. Even though today was the worst, the headaches had been a constant occurrence for the last couple of months. It was nothing I had ever experienced before and it scared me to my wits end. What if I had something wrong with me? Worse than just headaches.
I let out a whimper. The pain was accelerating now; it was as if my head was being split open. It began at my scalp moving down in a burning hot liquid to the base of my skull. I could almost hear the bones cracking and breaking together, causing the worst agony of my life. I held back a sob, feeling my lunch come up./p
Shooting up out of bed, I slapped a hand over my mouth and sprinted into the bathroom, stumbling onto the floor. I flipped the lid up with a loud crash and leaned over, proceeding to lose the contents of my stomach into the bowl. A few minutes of dry-heaving and I felt secure enough to flush the toilet, sliding to the floor. I pressed my cheek to the freezing floor; the cold helping a bit, allowing me to finally relax.
The second I felt better, my body flipped onto my back as it arched up. My vision blacked out with a spurt of white light. I could feel my body seizing, but I was helpless to stop it. My shaking hands clenched into fists and I let out a scream, blinded.
I was standing in the middle of a bustling house, filled from wall-to wall with intoxicated teenagers. Music played from the speakers, but it sounded like a dull roar to me as everyone else danced to the beat. I had a drink in my hand and quickly placed it on a table nearby, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. I knew where I was, it was John's house.
"When did I get to the party? thought, frowning down at the sweats I was wearing perviously at my house. A rush of annoyance filled me. Why didn't I change? Why did my friends let me leave the house like this? They knew I had a huge crush on John and wanted him to see me more than the little underclassman. I shook my head, biting on my lip, shoving past the bodies that danced together in the search for my friends.
Someone hit me from behind. I swirled around, enraged when I saw their face. I let out a squeak, taking one step back. I didn't recognize the person, but their face was slack, void of emotion. Their brown eyes seemed washed out. The person wasn't even looking at me, craning their neck to look to the second-story
I stumbled back, turning away from them. /emThat was I thought, running my hands up and down my bare, goose-bumped arms. It was freezing within the house, which was quite surprising with the amount of people in the house. They must have the A/C pumping on overtime. I walked onto the porch, shutting the glass door, hoping it would be warmer out here.
Everyone out here seemed to be staring upstairs as well. A thick fog was beginning to rise from the ground, swirling around my ankles. It was darker than I had anticipated and strained to spot anyone I knew.
I found a redheaded girl standing by the pool. Ava, a friend of mine probably the same one who let me show up in this outfit. I crossed my arms over my chest and stomped over to her, glaring.
"Hey, why did you let me show up like this?" I demanded as she took a sip of her drink. It took a minute before her green eyes slid over to me, blank. I narrowed my eyes. "A-are you okay?"
The irises of her eyes seemed to melt out into a puddle at the bottom of her eye-socket, leaving out a milky white. I stumbled back, my hand flying to my throat in shock. I turned to run away from the startling sight when I was suddenly in a bedroom.
I knew I had to be going crazy by this point. Nothing about tonight was making any sense and it was beginning to frighten me. I was sitting on a bed, looking towards the bathroom door. It was cracked, a bit of light spilling out. I wanted to go back to the party, however something compelled me to get to my feet and begin to walk towards the door. Dread began to settle at the pit of my stomach as I neared.
I gently opened the door when I was met with resistance. I shoved it harder, the door flying open. The bathroom was bright; brighter than the party and it took a minute for my eyes to adjust. When they finally did, I noticed the girl lying next to the bathroom.
I furrowed my eyebrows; I knew her. That was Tabby, my best friend whom I've known since I was in diapers. Her blonde hair was spread out like a fan around her face, though it had a reddish tint to it today. I wondered when she changed it since I saw her at the end of the school day earlier. I couldn't see her face, her hair covering it.
I scowled; she never could hold her alcohol. I didn't know how many times I had to carry her out of a party or convince her not to go into a strange room with yet another boy. I only hoped she was coherent enough to make it down the stairs where I could get her home.
'Tabby," my voice was assertive. I squatted down, reaching out a hand to shake her awake. "Hey, it's time to get up."
When I shook her, her body flopped onto her back and I fell onto my butt in shock. Her blue eyes were staring blankly up towards the ceiling, just like everyone's downstairs, void of anything. I took in a calming breath, hoping it would slow my racing heartbeat and went to gently prop her head up.
Maybe she had to puke?
Sliding my hands under her head, I was met with a sticky substance. I laid her back down, pulling them out, wondering what she could have possibly gotten in her hair.
I screamed at the sight of blood coated my hands.
My eyes snapped open. My breathing was coming out in short spurts and I was shaking, my chest heaving up and down erratically. I could barely hear someone saying my name when I ripped out the wires out of my arm and stumbled out of my bed. Blood sputtered out, caressing down in bright swirls. I shoved past the faceless person and ran out into the hallway.
There were people milling around all over, though I didn't pay them any attention. I could see a couple of students from the public school, that was a couple miles down from my private one, that were staring at me. One reached out to stop me, but I saw her.
Ava was standing at the desk, hands flying everywhere as she argued with a older, pretty brunette behind the desk. Her mouth was moving at a fast rate when the room shushed at the bloody, haggard mess I was. She turned slowly to see me and I brushed off the student, walking towards her.
"Cash," my name whooshed past me. It was filled with grief and I knew it had to be true. /p
I felt hands grab my shoulders and turned to see an orderly grabbing me. My mother was standing behind her, mouth moving, but I couldn't make out a word she said.
"She's dead, isn't she?" I asked, my voice ringing in the silent room. I was being dragged out now, though my eyes were set on the trembling teenager. "Tabby's dead."
Ava's eyes filled with tears and she slowly gave me a nod. "How did you know?"
The orderly had me almost to my room now. "I just did." I whispered more to myself than anything before everything went dark again.
A/N: Hey, I'm back.(:
While I know I've yet to even continue on The Girl with the Wolf Tattoo (my old laptop was destroyed a while back and I just got a new one. It is hard to write on a iPhone, so I chose not to) I had this idea while messing around and thought I'll give it a shot.
Tell me what you think. If you love it, hate it, I want to hear it.
