A/N: It's great that I'm getting more viewers, I like this! Hopefully you guys are enjoying this story as much as I am… and to be honest, I haven't even finished it yet. I'm currently working on chapter 11 right now, going into 12, and I'm still struggling to come up with a perfect ending. But anyway, here's the next chapter of My Black Dahlia.

Green symbolizes rebirth and freedom.

Many people were all around the Carnival, riding the rides, going to each booth which held small mini games where you win prizes like stuffed animals and booths that led to a ride within the Carnival.

"Sometimes I get my head in a dilly, feeling so lost, ticking you off. Now boy, you know me well. Said, I'm that kind of feeling, that kind of soft, that kind of silly."

Carnival music played in the background while Paul walked around the Carnival in search for the Fortune Telling tent. He had to say that the band did organize the Carnival really nice and they had very unique outfits as well such as masks, costumes and anything carnival-like.

Paul grabbed his map and looked over it again. He wasn't that far by because he was right next to the water gun booth, the kissing booth, and also the wheel of fortune.

Paul licked his lips and looked up, looking around.

There was some nice rides set up too. There was two roller coasters, crazy up-side-down rides, gravity rides, free falls, swings, haunted house rides, and even a bunch of kid rides. Paul couldn't point out every single one of them, but he was most definitely surprised that the marching band helped organize this event.

"Baby, there's a shark in the water. There's something underneath my bed, oh please believe I said."

His eyes soon fell on a tent with a sign above that read "Fortune Telling" hosted by Dawn Berlitz. As soon as he spotted the tent, he walked past all the people that were currently in line to go in, not caring that he had skipped most of them.

"Hey!" Most people called out. Paul just ignored them and pushed his way through the tents curtains and saw that Dawn had been currently looking at herself in a body mirror.

"High in the sky, the song that I'm singing, a sweet little lie, I cry wolf, cry."

He took a good look at her, seeing as she wore a sky blue long skirt that had gold chains hanging from it. That skirt nearly covered her feet along with a crop top that also had gold chains hanging from it and silver flats with a sapphire blue head scarf around her head along with a veil. Her hair had been done in curls as they laid upon her precious skin. As she turned around, surprised that someone had entered her tent, Paul couldn't help but admire how beautiful she looked. She was dressed like an Indian or some sort of belly dancer and he had to say she done a great job.

He couldn't see her face much because she had that light see-through white veil around her nose and mouth which had gold chains hanging from it along with the scarf silk thing she had wrapped around the top of her head. The only thing he could really make out were her eyes and how beautiful they looked. Her eyes were done with blue glitter eyeshadow along with liquid eyeliner and mascara. He also spotted the color of her lips behind that see-through veil, it had been a light pink color and her exposing skin filled with some body glitter.

Paul let his eyes travel down toward her belly and saw her belly button ring and the glitter shinning on her skin.

"Paul," she said, surprised to find him here inside her tent.

"Wow," he spoke in an awed whisper, still admiring her beauty.

"I can't help, I can't help myself… Baby, there's a shark in the water. There's something underneath my bed, oh please believe I said. Baby, there's a shark in the water. I caught them barking at the moon, better be soon."

Dawn noticed him staring at her really well and she cleared her throat. He looked up at her face and cleared his own throat too, regaining that hard personality he had just before he started admiring the girl before him.

"What are you doing here?" She asked him.

"I want to participate in your game." He told her.

Dawn raised her eyebrow. "So you want to play fortune teller?"

"I was thinking more with tarot cards." He suggested, brushing past the girl as her sweet cashmere scent flowed into his nostrils. She smelled way too good for his liking. Who was she trying to impress?

He looked over at her again.

"Well okay." Dawn answered. "You may sit over there at the table."

Paul looked over at the table with blue covering along the matching blue chairs. Even inside the room was tinted in blue, but he wasn't surprised because blue is her favorite color. Though she did have the place looking really nice, it was like they were inside a genie bottle.

Paul took a seat and watched as she took a seat in front of him, a deck of cards sitting on the table.

"Right is right, rules are rules. This is more like April Fool's.."

Dawn stared at him for a while before speaking. "I'm sorry for what happened the other day."

Paul looked at her and then looked down at the cards, remembering that he came here to find out the truth. "I didn't come here to have small talk."

Dawn's eyebrows furrowed together. "But you're my boyfriend…"

"Am I?" Paul asked her.

"Baby, there's a shark in the water. There's something underneath my bed, oh please believe I said."

Dawn blinked, surprised with that question.

Paul just shook his head. "Forget it, let's just start the game already."

Dawn licked her bottom lip and frowned slightly.

Paul was just really mad and obviously still hurt, but he could honestly care less if he had hurt her feelings just now.

Dawn grabbed the deck of cards and began to shuffle them, an awkward silence forming between, despite the music that was playing in the background.

Paul watched as she shuffled them before she began to spread the cards out directly in front of him.

"Baby, there's a shark in the water. I caught them barking at the moon, you better get here soon."

"Have you thought of a question?" She said after breaking that awkward silence between them.

"I have two." He said bluntly.

"You do know that you have to ask one right?"

"We can start over again." Paul stated, looking up at her.

Dawn stared at him for a short while as he stared back at her. "Well… what is your question?"

Paul tore his eyes off of her and looked at the cards. "Where does my relationship stand?"

"I caught them barking at the moon, better be soon."

Just when the song ended, Dawn opened her mouth to speak, but was soon surprised with the question he had asked. She blinked over several times before grabbing a card and turning it over. Her heart began to race a little because she hadn't expected him to ask a question like that. "Um…"

"The first card represents the past." They looked at the first card which showed a picture of the sun. "The Sun," Dawn said, looking really good at the picture. "Meaning lovely things, happiness and perfection."

Paul listened carefully, that same hard look on his face remaining there.

Another song began playing moments after.

"The present," Dawn said, grabbing another card. She turned over the second card and saw a picture of two people beside each other with an angel in between them. "The Lovers," Dawn looked up at Paul slowly. "Meaning they're in love."

Paul licked his bottom lip as he waited for her to turn over the last card.

"The future…" She trailed off, grabbing another card and staring at the last card for a short moment before turning the card over.

It showed a picture of a knight that had been killed across the floor with a horse over his body and a skeleton knight sitting on the horse. The picture's caption read 'death'.

"Just like the white winged dove sings a song sounds like she's singing. Whoo, whoo, whoo."

When Dawn saw that word, she slowly looked up at Paul, her mouth slightly dropped and her heart now beating faster. She wasn't the type to believe in tarot cards, but the simple fact that those cards she picked out determined the future of her relationship with Paul with something really bad, she wasn't sure how to react.

It remained quiet for a short while, though music had been playing, Paul kept his eyes on that last card for a little while longer before letting out a hard sigh. "Next question." He ordered.

"And the days go by. Like a strand in the wind, in the web that is my own. I begin again,"

Dawn blinked again, still surprised with that last cards result. She quickly grabbed the three cards along with all the others and stacked them back into a deck before shuffling them. Paul watched as she shuffled them again, his mind still focused on that last cards prediction. Death. That only meant the worst thing ever.

"What's your next question…?" Dawn trailed off, her mind still focused on that death card too.

"Is my girlfriend in love with someone else?" He said plainly, staring down at the cards.

Dawn's mind was completely taken aback as she heard what his next question was. "… Why are you asking me this?" She lowered her voice.

Paul looked at her with a plain look. "I want the truth."

"He was no moreeeee than a baby then."

She blinked again and started to become upset as she dropped the cards she had in her hands onto the table, the cards that were once stacked together now splitting apart along the table. "Our relationship isn't based on some card game."

"If it isn't, then how come you look so scared with the first question's results?" He asked her, his eyebrows raised.

Dawn got up from her seat, becoming really upset, but Paul could really care less about that.

"How low can you be? You're using fortune telling to determine our relationship. Who in the world does that?" She raised her voice. "I get that you're upset about the other night, but that doesn't give you the right to use me with fortune telling so you can find out where our relationship is gonna go. And where in the hell did you get that I have feelings for someone else!?"

"Don't be stupid," he grumbled, looking at her.

"Why don't you trust me?" She argued.

"Because you don't trust me." He answered, now getting up on his feet. "All your attention always fucking goes to Ash."

Dawn made a face. "What!?" She started to become more furious. "Are you serious!? You think I have feelings for Ash?"

Paul chuckled lightly, "Well there's no need to make up some kind of pathetic excuse as to why you don't."

"I don't!" She argued, but Paul still believed otherwise. "I love you Paul, why don't you get that?"

"Because you said you don't trust me!" He shouted, his fist clenching at his side. "If you love me like you say you do, you would trust me, but you don't. Sorry if it seemed like I used your precious little game for answers, but now I know exactly where we stand. We're through," Paul brushed past her and stormed his way toward where he had entered the tent in the first place.

He pushed the tent curtains that were blocking his way roughly and left.

"Paul!" Dawn yelled after him, watching as he left.

"Just like the white winged dove sings a song sounds like she's singin'. Whoo, baby, whoo, said whoo."

Tears had begun to blur in her eyes, but she quickly blinked them back as she looked down at the tarot cards on that table.

She became so frustrated that she sent the cards flying towards the ground in anger. The tears she had been holding back began flowing down her face as she struggled to calm herself down.

The simple fact that Paul was behaving this way really made her heart hurt. Her and Paul used to be so happy, but now it became so dreadful and she didn't understand why. Where was all this anger coming from? Why had he become so accusing lately? And most of all, why does he keep doubting her?

Dawn frowned as she sat back down next to the table.

"Just like the white winged dove sings a song sounds like she's singin'. Said whoo, baby, whoo, said whoo."

"Next!" She raised her voice, waiting for her next guest to enter. She didn't bother picking up the tarot cards she had on the floor since she was so stressed out, so she just left them there.

Luckily, the next person that walked in wouldn't be able to tell if she was crying since she did have a veil over her face.

Death. That's what that last card said and Paul had no idea what their relationship would end up like. Yeah, he basically dumped her, but his life is still connected to hers no matter where he goes.

Paul sat in front of a bar while a lot of people inside the club danced and got wasted. Girls were halfway naked and dancing against a bunch of guys, but Paul only came here for a drink and he was really stressed out at the moment.

Some really old music had been playing in the club, and Paul instantly recognized it. It was a song called Candy Rain by Soul For Real. Paul loved old school music, those were one of his favorites.

Paul listened to the music as he chugged down a shot of Hennessy.

"Myyyy love, do you ever dreeeeam of candy coated raiiiiindrops? You're the same, my candy rain."

He had a lot on his mind; he had no idea what their relationship was like right now. Those tarot cards basically gave him answers he didn't even want, but he had no idea if those cards are even real at all. He wasn't the type to believe in magic, but he still didn't have an idea if magic even really exists.

Paul shook his head, taking in everything at once. He knew he broke up with her, but he really needed some space and time to think. The simple thought of her was driving him crazy, so he quickly pushed her to the back of his thoughts.

Music played loudly through the club, lots of blue colors highlighting the club and the people inside.

Paul chugged down another shot of alcohol as he listened to the music, closing his eyes.

"Have you ever loved someone so much you thought you'd die? Giving so much of yourself, it seems the only way."

"Can I get another shot of henny?" He asked the bartender in front of him.

"Yeah," the bartender grabbed his already empty shot glasses and hooked him up another shot of henny. The bartender handed it to him.

"Thanks man," Paul grabbed the shot glass in his hand as he handed the bartender the money. As he brought the shot glass up to his lips, a familiar voice surprised him.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Paul."

Paul looked over at the voice that was beside him and saw that it was Giselle. She had on a short tight denim crop top along with leather shorts, fishnet leggings, and combat boots. Her brown wavy and bouncy big curls flowed down to her shoulders as usual. But Paul took a sip of his alcohol, not really caring about how she looked at the moment.

"What do you want?" He grumbled, pulling the shot away from his lips as he placed the drink on the bar counter.

"Just wondering why you're here. I thought you'd be at that Carnival." Giselle leaned her back and her elbows against the counter, she looked at him, noticing that he looked really stressed out in the face.

"I was," he looked around the club again at all the people before looking at her. "What about you? How come you're not with Ash?"

Giselle laughed lightly. "I don't do romance."

"Oh yeah," Paul rolled his eyes. "You're a whore, I forgot." He brought the drink back up to his lips.

Giselle's face fell flat as she heard him say that. "You're a dick, you know that?"

Paul shrugged, not really caring about what she had to say.

"Ash seems like the kind of guy that is into romance, like taking girls out to romantic places and stuff like that. I don't want any of that with him."

"So you honestly think you actually have a shot at fucking him occasionally?" Paul raised his eyebrow, chuckling lightly.

"Yeah, I just need to figure out a way to change his mind about the whole romance thing." Giselle licked her bottom lip as she looked at him. "Enough about me. What's going on with you and Miss Blue Diamond?"

"I dumped her." Paul stated bluntly, his eyes hard on the counter as he said this.

Giselle raised her eyebrow. "Why?"

"I need time to think." He mumbled, listening to the music that was playing.

"All I want, all I need, now I know. I know I found it in you, I found it in you."

She stared at him for a short while before biting down on her bottom lip. "Well you want to do something that will take your mind off of it?"

Paul turned his head to her and opened his mouth to speak. "Like what?"

"I know you're attracted to me Paul." She smiled seductively as she said this. "And now since you're officially single now, you can do whatever you want."

Of course. Paul sucked his teeth before looking at her hardly. "I don't know how else I can get this through your fucking head, but there is never going to be an us. You got that?"

Giselle's face soon fallen flat a bit as she listened to his next words. "You know what I don't do? I don't do sex with girls who aren't capable of romance. At least, not anymore. You should be disgusted with yourself, going around fucking every guy you see. You wanna know why guys treat you like you're a whore? Because you express yourself as one." Paul chuckled lightly as he licked his lips before continuing on with what he had to say. "I admit, I want to grab you, take you somewhere private and throw you across a table so I could fuck the shit out of you, but that's only because you express yourself to me as a whore, so of course I would treat you like one."

Giselle matched her glare with his. "Is that supposed to hurt me? Because honestly I don't feel it. And if you want to disrespect my body so much, then why don't you take me somewhere private and do it?"

"Because it's much more fun talking about what I would do to you than actually doing it." He told her. "If you haven't noticed, we don't always get what we want." Paul smirked as he said this, taking a moment to take a sip of his Hennessy and then placing the glass back down on the counter. He licked his lips once more and turned his head to the right, looking at the people inside the club.

Giselle stared hard at the back of his head and became extremely upset.

While he wasn't looking, she quickly dug into her purse and grabbed a few pills before dumping them inside of his drink. The pills began to dissolve into the alcohol until it finally disappeared, as if nothing had been dropped into his drink.

As soon as Paul turned around to look back at her, Giselle instantly dropped her arm back to her side and still had that angry look on her face. Seeing how upset she looked, Paul smirked, "Oh I'm sorry, did I upset you?"

"Suck a dick." She growled.

"Would you like to suck mine?" He raised his eyebrow, smirking. "I'm sure you give good head."

Giselle gave him a cold look before leaving into the crowd of people and finding a random man to dance with.

Paul watched as she started dancing with a random guy, noticing that she was beginning to have her body pressed tightly against him as she began grinding against that guy. He shook his head as he grabbed his shot glass and chugged down the rest of the henny that was inside the glass, not knowing that his drink had been spiked by her.

Giselle was looking at him as he drank the rest of his alcohol, smiling deviously. It would start to work its magic on him in just a few moments.

She closed her eyes as she felt the guy she was dancing with place his hands against her breasts. She moaned at the contact, continuing to grind against him, lacing her arm around his neck.

"Myyyyy love, do you ever dreeeeam of candy coated raaaaaaindrops? You're the same, my candy rain."

Paul dropped his glass down on the counter as his head began to hurt, his vision slowly turning into a blur. He looked over at Giselle and saw her and that man dancing, but he barely got a good picture of them since they looked so blurry. Paul felt his head spinning out of nowhere, and he was beginning to wonder if something had been in his last drink.

He tried to function, but he could barely register everything that was happening around him. Giselle saw as Paul was beginning to react to the pills she put inside his drink, a huge grin sliding on her face.

That's what you get, bitch.

Paul looked down at the counter, placing his head down into his palms. "What the fuck…" he mumbled, his head pounding, his vision getting worse, and his hearing getting pretty bad.

It wasn't until a moment later that he passed out, luckily on the counter with his head down.

A/N: I tried my best on the tarot card game. I looked up so much information on that and I did the best I could.

I like the fact that Giselle spiked Paul's drink because he pissed her off lmaooo.

Songs used in this chapter: Shark in the Water by VV Brown, Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks, Candy Rain by Soul For Real.

I swear, the fact that this story takes place in a city, Veilstone City, makes me think of only New York City lol so if anyone is wondering why I'm mentioning similar things like Central Park is because I'm picturing Veilstone City as New York City. Don't blame me lmao. It helps me anyway because I do love NY.

Anyway, how do you guys feel about the tarot card's results? Do you think it could be true? Review!