It was dark. And cold. She was in a chain. Keeping her arms together. Pain exploded all over her. Death stood in front, laughing. "You honestly thought you could make friends? Someone like you. YOU are the true darkness..." He stepped up and grabbed her now bloody chin, and looked into her red eyes. "You are Darkness itself. And you know that you will never escape. Poor young Abagail... Now watch these so called 'friends' die..."
Pops was suddenly there. His eyes full of tears and his sweet voice whimpering. His throat was slit slowly, and his scream echoed in her head painfully. That's how it went for everyone.. so slow, so painful. It wasen't until Mordecai stepped up and was not being pushed down. Then, there was the girl with the red hair. "So, you had a little crush on me? Well screw you! You'd be a nice peice of ass but nothing more. Can't you see I'm with this babe?" He spoke so cruely. He then turned to the girl who flipped Abagail off and kissed Mordecai sloppily. Worse than death, her chest ached.
Death came again, his hand glowing as he slowly reached toward her chest...
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"Abagail, wake up..."

The voice was far...

"You're dreaming! Now get up."

What is a dream..?

"Come on, Claitor!"

Was that truely her name...?

She rose from her bed and kept back the scream. She was completely covered in sweat and panting wildly. When she looked around, Skips was there. As the sweat dripped further, she hardly bothered to wipe it, throwing the blanket off of her and sat there in shorts and a tank top. Something she would only ever wear to bed. "Are you alright? You would've been screaming in a couple minutes if you'd stayed asleep." It'd been nearly two months since she'd come here, and Skips was still trying to completely anaylze her, at the same time, maintaining enough of a distance so that she didn't figure him out.
"Yeah, uh... Thanks, Skips. I really hated that..." Remembering it, she blushed. Her stared at her feet and blanked for a minute, thinking of the ending of her dream with Margaret. It killed her and tears threatened in her eyes. "Abagail?" His voice snapped her out of it. "S-Sorry, Skips. Nightmare distracted me..." He half smiled and sat on the end of her bed. "Tell me about it. Don't worry, I shut the door and made sure everyones still asleep." She bit her lip. "Everyone was dying because of me, because of what I am.." She gripped the sheets tightly. "And, Mordecai.. he.. That girl, Margaret... He was kissing her, telling me that I was nothing to him or something. I can't even remember." The tears now filled her eyes. The images of her friends fading away in front of her... "You have feeling for Mordecai, don't you? Don't lie to me." He had a stern tone.
They both knew it: She was from Hell, created in shadows. To fall for a mortal was dangerous, for everyone around them. "Yes. He's.. so sweet. He looks like a total badass but he's always there. Yes. He's like four years older than me and yes, he's immature at times. But you have to look past that. He was there for me even though he didn't know me. The way he slipped in the hospital. He has this... just this look about him. I love it when he sings, jokes and laughs. He even said I'm one of the coolest girls he knows, AFTER I beat him at a video game! Isen't that incredible! And his voice in general makes me forget everything. All of the pain I've felt, the fact that I was kicked out of Hell, the death I've seen and the fighting. He makes it go away with the stupid things he does. I-It's so horrible." They finally escaped. The tears poured. Well.. not poured. Streamed down from her eyes slowly. Skips just sat there, knowing she already knew what he'd say. "Oh God, I'm in love with Mordecai! Is that possible?

It's only been like... not even.. what is it? A month and a half now? It's not possible!"
Skips sighed. "It is. Trust me. I've been around nearly as long as Death himself has. I've seen people come and go. It's possible to have love at first sight, it's highly possible that you have fallen for him in the matter of only a month. You try to spend all of your time around him, you've tried your best to see why he likes Maragret and even gotten close enough to her to where you hang out with her when he's not around! I see the way you look at him.." She blushed even more than what had already formed on her cheeks. "Please don't let it be true..." She nearly muttered as she swung her legs over the side of the bed.
"Oh, yeah. Have a look around the air and then your room..." His voice cooed. She moved the hair out of her eyes slightly. Black orbs were hovering around them, some holding small painting and a hairbrush, even the lamp that had been besides her bed. As she looked further, the room had been almost completely torn apart. Her bedside table knocked over, draws opened and clothing sprawn everywhere. A sigh escaped her as she willed the orbs to move, setting some things back up and placing the random items down. "So, that's how your powers work. I was hoping to see them up close."
Abagail rolled her eyes slowly. "Yeah. It's not all that great. I'd rather have to clean my room regularly." Taking a last look around, she walked toward the door. "Go get some rest. I promise you I'm fine..." Glancing at her thrown alarm clock, she read the time as nearly five in the morning. "I'm going to make some coffee. Seeing as I won't be asleep anytime soon." She opened the door, walking down the short path of a hallway. She heard the toilet flush, and prayed, no matter how ironic it was that whoever walked out wouldn't be... "Oh. Hey, Abagail. What're you doing up?"
Shit...