Whats Red Green and Burnt all Over?

Chapter Two: The Next Runaway Bride

Someone once told me that when you fall asleep, you dream about what you were thinking about that moment you shut your eyes. I will say that this is a false statement and should never be asked on 'Who Wants to be a Millionaire?'. I wasn't thinking about my murderer when I innocently took my nap, I was thinking about Johnny Depp in a loincloth. Now can you tell me how in the HELL I get some burnt guy wearing a Christmas sweater in my dream?!

I apologize, I shouldn't be yelling. It's just that living here in the afterlife isn't all that it's 'chalked' out to be. But I'm ready to tell you the next installment, if you're ready to listen.

Here we go piggys…

DAMN IT! I'm using his fucking lingo!

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Vanessa opened the door to her room and smiled happily. Her brilliant green eyes scoured the space for a slight moment before targeting her neatly made bed. Kicking off her shoes, Vanessa strolled over to the edge of the bed and collapsed in a heap upon it. Her arm groped around and finally her fingers managed to get a hold of a fleece blanket. She spread it atop her form, soon snuggling against its warmth. Vanessa stared at her canopy's ceiling before her eyes fluttered to a close.

"Vanessa" A familiar voice called out to her. Mumbling incoherent words, Vanessa tugged the top of the blanket to cover her head and rolled over. She had just successfully gotten asleep and it seemed like only minutes before her mom was in here badgering her to get up.

"Vanessa time to wake up. You said only an hour of sleep."

As a reply Vanessa let out a long snore.

"I said RISE AND SHINE, Bitch!" A loud menacing cackle reached her ears as she felt the bed suddenly make a horizontal slope. Vanessa, still having no view of what was happening, grasped the sides of the mattress and held on for what seemed like her life. She could feel the contents of her bed cascade upon her. Her fingers were almost tearing into the fabric as the tilt of the bed became more dramatic. Vanessa was horrified to now realize something was wrapping around her neck, the heavy fleece was becoming a plastic bag, she was going to suffocate!

"Mom! What a-a-re you d-doing?" Vanessa gagged as the suffocation tool increased in its pressure against her frail neck. The girl hastily let go of the mattress, her fingers immediately flying to aid her neck. Vanessa's body slid down the bed with great haste before her whole back met with a very hard surface. Vanessa groaned and finished clawing at the blanket, pulling it off her head in one quick move.

While her back was greeting the sidewalk, her eyes were greeting the view of her house. Her mouth was gaping at the sight of a beat and run down duplicate of her home. The door's paint was chipping madly and it was nailed mercilessly, as were the half shattered windows. Bordering the windows were faded green shutters that were hanging on their rusted hinges. The house looked like it had died.

Vanessa forced herself up from the ground and hesitantly started walking up the graffiti sidewalk. It amazed her at how all of the chalk drawings were similar in one interest, they all bore the symbol of a man in a red and green striped sweater splaying out a knifed glove of some sort. One of these pictures caught her eye instantly, it was of her clad in the same attire she had on and was standing in the same place she was at the moment. She stared as the man in the red and green flashed his chalked knives and embedded them into Vanessa's chest. A shower of liquid sprayed on her face and Vanessa dabbed her cheek gently, wiping clear crimson blood on her palm.

Vanessa still looked back down at the depicted scene, her eyes meeting the sight of two naked feet. Her breaths became shallow as her eyes began scanning the whole image of who was standing before her.

"Johnny Depp!" Vanessa gasped as her roaming eyes stopped in the middle of his body. "In a loin cloth!"

Vanessa opened her arms widely and immediately constricted the almost naked form of Johnny Depp. Her voice seemed like it was going raw as she nearly screamed at the top of her lungs. She suddenly stopped all of her antics and stared into his deep chocolate brown eyes. "Let's get married!"

Johnny grinned and hugged Vanessa. Vanessa closed her eyes and nuzzled her bloodied face against his chest. So warm… so hot… so itchy? Vanessa was horrified to see a red and green material staring at her. Her body now violently began thrashing against the body of this unknown person. Unfortunately, she found that she could unsuccessfully escape from his binding hold on her. She bit her lip as she gazed up and met the steely blue eyes of the same burnt faced man who killed her in the chalk drawing.

"Want to get married now bitch?"

"I want an annulment." Vanessa shakily muttered.

So much for her fantasy.

Sweet dreams.