It's been...a long time. ;A; Sorry.

I also apologize for such a suckish chapter. But it's going to work into the plot, so, It's all good! ...right...? I hope so.

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I looked around nervously at the ominous surroundings. Shadows on the wall slowly started to look like they were trying to reach for something that was not there. I looked down at the somewhat fragile looking girl. She looked at the floor, confused. Her face was deathly white, surrounded by her golden locks of hair. She yawned, and I wrapped a blanket around her shoulders. This place is creepy. Really. Fucking. Creepy. And I don't like it. The curtains swayed around dangerously, though there wasn't any wind at all. I raised an eyebrow and stood up slowly. The room started to smell like burnt sugar cookies and vanilla. Maddie lifted her head and looked around, concentrated. "Mother. I don't want you here." She whispered defiantly. I looked around too. Who the hell was she direction that to? Her mom, right? But no one else is in the room. I shook my head. I don't get it. And, Sometimes, I'd rather it be so. I'm sure that my gauge of creepiness had burst quite a while back. But some things, you can't get rid of. I remembered the little tune that had once rang around in this room. It was starting to etch itself into my memory, not wanting to pull away. Those notes resonated off the walls, but quietly. Like in a muffled way. I looked around again. The snow outside changed into the drops of water that I hate, rain. The harmonic notes filled the air. I was scared of it. Who wouldn't be! I started to walk to the door of the dorm. I had been going in and out all morning, but whatever.

"I'll be right back." I said. Maddie nodded, tilting her head towards the window and yawning again. I took a look at her. Why was she becoming so sleepy all of a sudden? She had been okay this morning. I left the room, locking it quietly. Out in the hall, the light had dimmed from that warm orange, to some pitiful amounts of gray. The candles were no longer burning. Dim light filled in from the small windows. Thunder rolled outside, mocking me in my current situation. Despite the light, It was rather dark, and I wouldn't be able to see anything else within four more feet of myself. A flash of light sparked the hallway, then another call of moaning thunder. It sounded torturous. Like the light was hurting the skies every time it clashed. I shuddered. Why the hell would it be raining like crazy right now? It was snowing just a bit ago! I pouted and looked inside of the little candle things, whatever they're called. One of the candles were lit. But the melted wax was going to drown the poor little flame. I picked up the candle by the base and tilted it until it no longer had a little pool of wax around it. The flame flickered and slowly returned into a good sized flame. I brought the candle along with me, down the hallway, towards the stairs. It was a process. Light a candle, lightning, then thunder.

Light a candle, lightning, thunder, then wind.

Light a candle, lightning, thunder, wind, then lightning and thunder again.

My eye twitched at it. The hallway now had that slightly thin, but warm glow of the candles again. I ran my ass back to the first candle and put it back into its little glass case again. I sighed and looked around. I'm not scared of the dark. But I sure as hell ain't going to walk down a dark hallway when it's fucking stormy outside. All bad things happen like that. Only the innocent princesses of our world don't know that. I continued down the hall, hearing laughter from the floor below. Nice music played and echoed off the stone walls. I leaned down, looking from the top of the stairs. There was a group of people, all having a blast, as if nothing wrong was happening to them. My sister was among them, being her naturally cheery self. Behind her back, she was making snapping motions with her fingers. She also had her head tilted, and was leaning back a little bit. I rolled my eyes. I know this act. The girl does it when she's uncomfortable and nervous. What were they saying to her? Well, it was a big group anyways. Why wouldn't she be nervous! And what the hell! She already has her little group and shit. I have...I have Maddie. And it wouldn't be appropriate to add in that Spanish guy, but whatever. I haven't even met much people yet. My sister looked up expectantly, giving a sigh of relief when she saw me.

"Sorella! Come here, let me introduce you to everyone." She called happily. I shrugged and walked down the steps, putting on my 'I don't give a crap about anyone' face. Because really, I could care less who they were. Feli hugged me around the neck (the only hug she ever gives anyone, unless they're shorter) and turned me towards the crowd. I could see why she was nervous. These people were big, loud, and overall, pushy. The talkative group quieted down. "This is my sister, Lovina." Feli introduced.

The group said hi back and waved at me. I lifted an arm and gave a weak wave. "So, Lovina, This is Xiao Mei, she came from Taiwan." She said, gesturing to a long haired girl, who was rather beautiful, but...short. Xiao Mei nodded to me and smiled. I smiled back, like a normal person would do. But then, Feliciana took a deep breath and continued. "The one over there with the long ponytail is Kim-ly, the blonde with the kind of wavy short hair is Emily, over there is Arthur, the one with kind of messy blonde-ish hair. Ummm..." She said, looking around and trying to remember. "The one on the piano is Roderich. And I know there are a bunch more Europeans..." She fumbled. I looked around at the people in the lobby. A lot of them were talking about the freak weather. Most of them were rather soaking. I didn't want to get close to them. At all. I'm fucking cold, I fucking hate the cold, and I'd rather like to not get so fucking cold again. The thunder boomed outside and people started to murmur again. With the flash and a clash, my chest started to pain again. I didn't hear anything about those words that my sister was saying. I just looked around blankly. I blinked twice, stepping back and waving at anyone who spoke to me.

"And The girl with the ribbons is Bella. She's one of your roommates. Huh? Hey, Sorella, are you listening?" Feliciana asked.

"Huh? Oh yeah. Xiao Mei is the one with the pink flower in her hair. The long pony tailed girl is Kim-Ly, The short hair blonde is Emily, the dirty blonde haired guy is Arthur." I said, hoping to rack my memory for my sudden mindlessness. "Umm...Roderich is on the piano, Uh, I think that you said Ludwig was that German guy, and Kiku was the japanese one. And, um, Over there is Heracles and Sadik. Right?" I asked. "Oh wait, and the one with the ribbons, Bella, Is my roommate." I finished, looking around. There was a bunch of people that I had yet to remember. "And the guy standing by the door is Antonio."

Wait.

What just happened here?

I remembered him as part of this little group? Wait, he's part of this group? Since when? I had never noticed. Had Feliciana invited him here?

"Sorella, I never mentioned that guy." she said. "But I'll go say Hi to him!"

I shrugged, taking quick glances at the obviously freezing and wet Spaniard. I bit my lip. H-He doesn't deserve my help anyways. Besides, he's a big boy, and can go dry up all by his fucking self! I huffed, turning around and waving to the crowd. "Ciao. I'm going back up. Nice to meet you all." I said of courtesy, giving a quick smile and making my way up the stairs. I glanced back every so often, walking up the careful steps of the place. His hair was clinging to his face, and he looked around like he was searching for something. The same kind of expression that a lot of people here were having. I blushed and shook my head. No! I won't...I won't even LOOK at him! Tch!

I span on my heel and stalked my way up the stairs angrily, hardly stopping myself. I took one look in the hallway and groaned in frustration. Lightning mimicked me, or more like mocked me. It flashed every time in my frustration. "What the hell!" I groaned, receiving another flash of lightning. Every candle in the hallway had burned its way to the very bottom of the wick. The hallway was back to its horrible gray self again. The shadows on the walls peered down, chilling my spine. And I hated it. "All I need to do is make it through the damn hallway without killing myself by walking straight. And it seems to be fucking harder than it really is! I took one step forward, and was blinded by another flash of light. This time, a raspy laughter circled around.

I froze. "What was that?" I asked, narrowing my eyes and looking around? I was maybe about twenty feet from the dorm. But, no one else was around. Another bright flash of lightning, and figures slid off the walls.

"Oh, lookie who has their God!" something spat.

I froze. "...What?" I whispered, clenching my fists and staring at the floor. The shadows that were once being pushed away to the corners circled me dangerously. I looked around carefully. "Um, who was that?" I asked icily. No reply. Not a single sound besides the pounding rain. Another flash lit up the hallway. It seemed to thin around me. My chest started to sting like mini needles prickling it up and down. Soon, it grew into a stabbing pain. My eyes widened, and I clutched my chest, leaning forward a bit. "What's...happening..." I groaned, looking up slowly.

A heavy cackling filled the air, and I could feel every nerve in my body stop working. "Look at you now! Filthy little whore." It sneered to me again. I stared at him. I stared at the hole in his head, dripping blood on the floor. One after another, the drops made deafening noises. "Where's your God?" he asked, leaning closer to me with whitened eyes. The rain outside became louder, echoing every movement that he made. I stayed perfectly still, looking up at him. "Where's your GOD?" he asked, louder this time.

I watched his hand extend out to me. I smacked it away and staggered backwards. "You're dead!" My chest hurt harder. The scar on my back began to pulse abnormally. "You're DEAD!" I repeated, just as he had, pushing on his sticky, bloodied shoulder. Red stains were starting to dip from my own hands. But they weren't bleeding. I shakily rubbed my hands together, only seeing that more blood started to come out. "What the hell!" I squeaked, looking up at the face of the murderer of my child hood. He stood there, smiling like a maniac, laughing every once in a while as I tried to get the blood off of my hands.

"You're just as bad as me! You're going to Hell! God doesn't accept people like you!" He laughed hysterically.

"You're wrong!" I said, feeling tears start to fall. Why am I crying! What's going on? The muscles on that man twisted and deformed, exploding into shadows and blood.

I watched as the splatters stained my clothes, my arms, and my legs. The smell drifted along in the air. I watched, traumatized, as the shadows, just formed itself and answered another call of thunder and lightning. I opened my mouth, letting out a silent scream at the gore-like mess. The walls started to twirl in my vision, and I clutched my head, getting the sticky blood in my hair. The laughter was carving itself into my memory. Raspy and horrible from smoke and such. I stood up again slowly. how much more was this place going to give me! Dead people walk the halls, searching for something that no one here even has. I can't stand it one more minute! I trudged down the hall angrily, ignoring the trail of blood that only I could see. No one would even give a damn if I were to love like this anyways, so fuck it! I'm leaving this place! Sticky and bitter bloodied shadows hung onto my ankles. Laughter of various people bounced on the stone and stabbed my ears tenderly. The rain pounded over and over again outside against the very small windows. They are thundering noises that make me upset.

As I walked down the hall for the twentieth time, ignoring the dark slick around my feet, voices started to come closer to me. Lightning brightened the hallway, and I could see some red and green pairs of eyes walk up the stairs. My own eyes widened and I quickly span on my heel, dragging myself faster towards my room. There was no way in hell that I was going to be caught my that Spanish Bastard for another time again! No way! I put my hand on the doorknob to the room and stomped in place, trying to get the icky, dripping blood off of my legs. It has been so far past the 'disturbing' stage that I'm totally cool with this blood thing. But don't get me wrong.

That shit is annoying.

And anything annoying to me has to roll into a pit. And die.

But that's not exactly easy, considering that this isn't real at all, and that people would look at me like a maniac if I told them that there was blood dripping off my hands, shoulders, and ankles. It's normally 'rejected by the general public.' Besides. Everything at this school. It's all getting to me, ringing in my head. What was I doing again? I forgot. Why the hell am I back at the room? Oh, right. "Dumbass, There were people coming down this hall!" I whispered to myself and laughed, rubbing the 'imaginary' blood off of my ankles and chuckling darkly. But who knew how long I was standing there. A tap on my shoulder knocked me out of my dark humor state, making my stand up straight and look around, scared shitless. I pouted. "It's just you. Again." I said, rubbing the palms of my hands together. "Oh, and look. You brought a friend."

"Yup!" He smiled cheerfully, tilted his head at me before looking at my hands. My face reddened and I put my hands behind my back.

"Uh, what were you doing earlier?" his friend asked, taking my arm and looking at the front and back sides of my hands. What the fuck! I jerked my hands backward and my heated face showed an emotion of disappointment.

"Nothing that you should be concerned about!" I squeaked, leaning forward.

"Wow. Someone's bitchy today."

"Well, someone's nosy today." I retorted, my face set on annoyance. How dare this weird albino call me a bitch. Er- He called me 'bitchy' but that's just as worse, isn't it! His strangely colored eyes looked me up and down, before he slacked backwards and laughed.

"Interesting one." he mumbled, nudging Antonio in the side. "You'll have fun with this one." he laughed again. My jaw dropped. 'This one.'... Does that mean that there has been more than one? Wait, wait, Remember, Lovina! You don't give a damn!

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I said, putting a hand on my hip and shifting my weight. The blood stained on my clothes. I gulped. They can't see it. If they had seen it before, then they would have said something about it. Antonio put his hands up, shaking his head.

"Nothing, nothing, Lovina! My friend is just trying to be funny." He chuckled, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. His eyes kept trailing back to my hands. "His name is Gilbert. Gilbert, this is Lovina Vargas." he smiled.

I looked at him skeptically. The door to the room opened and a messy haired Canadian girl looked at this little group of questions with a frown. She realized that she had company and tried to fix her hair a bit, blushing. "O-Oh. Hi..." She mumbled, looking at the two other students next to me. "It's nice to meet you..." she whispered.

"We can't hear you if you're whispering." Gilbert said raising an eyebrow and smiling. He was obviously interested. And I was obviously pissed about this. I walked two steps closer to Maddie and looked at my two 'friendly stalkers,' unamused.

"U-Uh, I'm so sorry..." She said hesitantly, fiddling with the red ribbons that held her hair. She tugged down the ends of her skirt uneasilly. "I was just going to go find Lovina and ask her if she wanted to head to get lunch..." Maddie said, stiffling a yawn, if that was even possible.

"Sure. That's fine with me actually." I smiled to her. But I wanted to say 'Goddamn, I'm starving!' But that's not entirely "nice" either. "Let me just get something from the room." I mumbled. But Maddie and Gilbert were already in a decent conversation. Antonio looked around at the stone walls and at the floor. I rolled my eyes. It couldn't be avoided anyways. "yeah, yeah, well, you guys can start heading there or whatever. I'll be there later."

Antonio's eyes lit up. "D-Does that mean that you're inviting us there too?" He smiled.

I puffed up my cheeks. "Continue to be a nuisance, and you won't be." I said.

"We'll start going. Come on, Antonio." Gilbert said, waving the Spaniard over to him and Maddie. They started to walk, to engaged in their own conversation to notice that Antonio wasn't following at all.

I turned around and put a step through the doorframe. Something grabbed onto my hand and stopped me. My face heated. And nobody can blame me for it, because you'd blush too if someone grabbed your hand! "Miss Vargas...you know your hands are bleeding, right?"

It took a while for my mind to register that. "...What?"

"Your hands. Are bleeding? Or, er, maybe you can't see it, but the shadows are making blood on your hands..." he said with a puzzled face. I looked at him, scanning his face. He can see it. He can see it too. "Ah, nevermind. Forget everything, I'm sorry." he mumbled, letting go and backing up a bit. Antonio gave a half hearted wave. "I'll see you downstairs, okay?" He said again, trying to hide his obviously confused emotions.

After he left, I looked at my hands warily. I'm bleeding shadows. But I thought I was the only one who could see! I lunged my way inside the room and vigorously washed my hands in steaming water until they were raw on the edges. I rubbed my hands on the ends of my skirt and tried to stop myself from slamming the dorm door closed.

Of all things, shouldn't I feel glad that someone knows something now?

Why do I feel so... so angry!

I know that sometimes, I act this way. But I don't know why. I don't want to be angry!

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