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I was trapped in a nightmare, like I tended to be. It was the same one I've had for the last two months; I was in a black void standing on a big square platform of blue stained glass, and I was held in place with chains of blood. Amysterious figure would slowly walk up to me. I would scream no, but he would suck the life out of me and feast on my hellish decrrepit corpse. And I could taste myself as he ate me. Every time, it was horrible, lke I was dying a hundred deaths. Screaming, but no one to save me or comfort me. And I wouldn't wake up until every last fleshmorsel was ate.
I woke up in a flash, sweating my cold sweat. My pajamas were absolutely ruined, and I threw them off to be washed later. I sighed. "Nasty," i exclaimed. I got up to go take a shower, washing my beautiful hair. After I tried myself off, I decided to dye a part of my hair a dark cool mocha, so I did. I then put on a hot new outfit. It was a Silver League blue striped tee, a black puffer vest from Zara, a black latex skirt with blue leggings, and black Adidas Ultraboost 19s. Maybe not my most gothic shoes, but they were comfy. I then put on black eyeshadow and blue lipstick and put my hair in a french braid bun and put on decorative blue glasses.
Marina knocked on my door, and I opened it. She had used a hair lengthening spell to put her hair into shouldberlaid long locks, with some of them died black but most of them white. They looked very cool. "sick gothic hair," I told her. "Thanks stupid bitch," she said, hugging me. We called each other stupid bitch some times out of affection. She was wearing a black long sleeve shirt (which kind of looked french) and tripp pants with cleat boots and fingerless gloves with illuminati symbols on the backs. She looked so fucking epic in that outfit. Her black lipstick complimented the look.
We went to our class, which was "witch economics." we sat down. Suddenly, the teacher comes in. He's short and lookings like a fucking pedophile. I gaged at the sight of him because he was so fugly. "Hello students! I'm Grim Hammer," he told us. I flipped him off. He gasped. "How dare you flip me off!" I mocked him. "How dare you look like a child toucher," I said mockingly as a response to him calling me out. Me, Marina, and our friends got up and left.
"What an ugly little bitch," Marina said. "I bet he should be on a registry. The school shouldn't hire people that ugly looking. If he's not a pedophile, it's not our faults fo thinging he is," she continued. "Yea, and he smelled like crack and weed," another girl chimed. I suddenly started thinking about my nightmare again... "what does it all mean," I thought to myself. Then, Marina looked at me. "Hey, what's up slut?" she asked. I shook my head. "Worry not about it," I said wistfully. She shrugged. "Hey, wanna go smoke cigarettes before our next class?" Tina (another friend of ours) asked. I thought. "sure."
We went behind the school and busted out some cigarettes, and began puffing. I had a box of Djarums. "I really shouldn't get addicted to these... If mama knew I smoked these, I'd be in a lot of trouble." I shrugegd and smoked. It felt cool and smoky as I blew out the shape of a skull. Suddenly, Forrester appeared. "Hey, room for one more disdained soul?" he asked. He was wearing a green satin shirt and dark red pants with chains hanging off them, as well as Blundstone-esque boot shoes. It was a simple moderate outfit, but it wasn't bad.
"Hey, Forrester," I said, conceling a blush. Forrester pulled out a cigarette and smoked too ."This makes me feel good," he said softly. I schooched closer. "I bet it does..." I wanted to kiss him for some reason. But I knew it would be weird to just do that. I eventually couldn't handle it and excused myself. Marina rose her hand. "Girl, wait!" she called, but I was already in the forest. I leaned romantically on a tree and sighed on it. "Why am I like this? I just need him for some reason," I confessed into the birchen bark of the tree. I slid down and leaned against it, knees away from it. I looked at the rustling canopy and began shedding a small tear for my confusing life.
Suddenly, I heard a voice whispering. It sounded like a little boy. "Help... come here..." it said. My Palisman then looked at me. "Careful, Chanelle. It could be dangerous," he said, bowing. I nodded, and began inching towards the sound. I got to it, and it was the Collector. He looked scared as a bug underfoot. "Luz? No... her daughter?" He asked. "Yes. I'm Chanelle Noceda-Blight. What can I do for you?" I asked. His lip quivered and he began crying. "I fear something terrible will someday happen soon... But I have no one I can tell." I sighed. "Fine. Tell me."
He swallowed. "I worry that... someday... Belos... will be came back."