(A/N) AP is totally killing me. DBQ's have been created by Satan for
they are from Hell. I have a lot of homework for school and on weekends I
have driving school now, which means I have even less time to write. I know
I'm turning sixteen next month, but I'm always late. Anyways, don't expect
too many updates very often.
I am dedicating this chapter to CrAzYhOrSeGiRl88. I hope you feel better soon!! Don't be sad...
Daine ran into her room and locked the door behind her. She slowly let her body slide to the ground in defeat. She was shivering from the cold. She had spent hours outside just looking at the moon. Her clothes were soaked from the light drizzle that had started to fall.
Daine's shivering became so bad that she started to convulse. It's really hot in this room, Daine thought to herself. She began to take her clothes off. Daine began to convulse even more and she decided to take an ice bath in hopes of cooling her down.
The room started to spin. She couldn't even make out distinct object. Black. Gray. Red. That was all that she saw.
Daine dragged herself to the bathroom. A brown little thing was flying through the air to rescue her. The bird was hurting her mind. It made her head want to explode. A black thing came towards her fast. This one again hurt her head. Daine was starting to get annoying at the colors that were hurting her.
She climbed into the bath tub and turned the water. The black thing touched where the water was coming out. Daine reached over to push the black thing away from the nozzle and to keep it from ruining her bath.
Daine crawled over to the black thing and reached out her hand. But she slipped, hit her head on the bathtub, and passed out.
Daine woke up. Water was in the tub. It was warm. Daine couldn't remember why she was in the bathtub. She looked to the side of the bathroom and saw a black dog and a small bird.
She got out of the bathtub and pulled on a large black bathrobe. It was way too big for her. She smelled it. It smelled familiar. Daine couldn't place why it was so familiar.
Then all Daine could see was a man. He had black hair and brown eyes deeper than the ocean. Then she saw herself. And that man was walking towards her. He was saying something. All Daine could make out was, "I love you." Then she saw her self kissing the total stranger. Then her body said, "I love you too."
I love this man, Daine thought.
And then she saw the man kissing someone. But it wasn't herself. It was another girl. Daine got mad.
That man shouldn't be kissing her, Daine thought. He should be kissing
me. Daine marched out of the bathroom and into the adjoining bedroom.
Shadows danced on the wall as the flame hovered over the wick, sending
off its light for all to see by. But the shadows also hid something.
But no one knows what that something is. It's the scariest thing about
darkness: what it can hold.
Where the light can't touch, everything is cold. Nothing can penetrate
darkness except light. So where there is no light, there is darkness
and coldness.
A wind blew out the candle but it didn't stop Daine. She worked in
the darkness. She worked in the shadows.
The stranger. He woke up. He was not in his room. He had no idea where
he was. He tried to get up but he was held back by something. He
looked at his wrists and realized they were tied to bedposts with red
scares.
He tugged on one hard. It ripped apart. The man sat up and fought a
sudden headache. A migraine. One that was not natural.
A young woman came in. She was wearing only a set of black, lacy
panties and bra. She handed a cup to the man. It was filled with a
green liquid that had the viscosity of slime.
"Drink it," the young woman commanded him.
The man drank the putrid smelling concoction. It tasted as abominable
as it smelled. But his head cleared up. And he knew. He knew
everything.
Where's Daine? Numair thought.
He looked at the girl who was holding him captive. He got very angry.
He ripped his other hand free of the scarf.
"Loretta. You will pay for this," he said.
Loretta was surprised. This was not the reaction she had thought that
she would get.
"I thought you liked me!" she wailed, obviously distressed. "You
always looked at me in class. You would look at me differently."
"Because you were always talking and flirting with the other boys,"
Numair explained exasperated.
"Oh Mithros, what have I done?"
(A/N) What has Loretta done?? Please R&R!!
I am dedicating this chapter to CrAzYhOrSeGiRl88. I hope you feel better soon!! Don't be sad...
Daine ran into her room and locked the door behind her. She slowly let her body slide to the ground in defeat. She was shivering from the cold. She had spent hours outside just looking at the moon. Her clothes were soaked from the light drizzle that had started to fall.
Daine's shivering became so bad that she started to convulse. It's really hot in this room, Daine thought to herself. She began to take her clothes off. Daine began to convulse even more and she decided to take an ice bath in hopes of cooling her down.
The room started to spin. She couldn't even make out distinct object. Black. Gray. Red. That was all that she saw.
Daine dragged herself to the bathroom. A brown little thing was flying through the air to rescue her. The bird was hurting her mind. It made her head want to explode. A black thing came towards her fast. This one again hurt her head. Daine was starting to get annoying at the colors that were hurting her.
She climbed into the bath tub and turned the water. The black thing touched where the water was coming out. Daine reached over to push the black thing away from the nozzle and to keep it from ruining her bath.
Daine crawled over to the black thing and reached out her hand. But she slipped, hit her head on the bathtub, and passed out.
Daine woke up. Water was in the tub. It was warm. Daine couldn't remember why she was in the bathtub. She looked to the side of the bathroom and saw a black dog and a small bird.
She got out of the bathtub and pulled on a large black bathrobe. It was way too big for her. She smelled it. It smelled familiar. Daine couldn't place why it was so familiar.
Then all Daine could see was a man. He had black hair and brown eyes deeper than the ocean. Then she saw herself. And that man was walking towards her. He was saying something. All Daine could make out was, "I love you." Then she saw her self kissing the total stranger. Then her body said, "I love you too."
I love this man, Daine thought.
And then she saw the man kissing someone. But it wasn't herself. It was another girl. Daine got mad.
That man shouldn't be kissing her, Daine thought. He should be kissing
me. Daine marched out of the bathroom and into the adjoining bedroom.
Shadows danced on the wall as the flame hovered over the wick, sending
off its light for all to see by. But the shadows also hid something.
But no one knows what that something is. It's the scariest thing about
darkness: what it can hold.
Where the light can't touch, everything is cold. Nothing can penetrate
darkness except light. So where there is no light, there is darkness
and coldness.
A wind blew out the candle but it didn't stop Daine. She worked in
the darkness. She worked in the shadows.
The stranger. He woke up. He was not in his room. He had no idea where
he was. He tried to get up but he was held back by something. He
looked at his wrists and realized they were tied to bedposts with red
scares.
He tugged on one hard. It ripped apart. The man sat up and fought a
sudden headache. A migraine. One that was not natural.
A young woman came in. She was wearing only a set of black, lacy
panties and bra. She handed a cup to the man. It was filled with a
green liquid that had the viscosity of slime.
"Drink it," the young woman commanded him.
The man drank the putrid smelling concoction. It tasted as abominable
as it smelled. But his head cleared up. And he knew. He knew
everything.
Where's Daine? Numair thought.
He looked at the girl who was holding him captive. He got very angry.
He ripped his other hand free of the scarf.
"Loretta. You will pay for this," he said.
Loretta was surprised. This was not the reaction she had thought that
she would get.
"I thought you liked me!" she wailed, obviously distressed. "You
always looked at me in class. You would look at me differently."
"Because you were always talking and flirting with the other boys,"
Numair explained exasperated.
"Oh Mithros, what have I done?"
(A/N) What has Loretta done?? Please R&R!!