Chapter 5
Mystine was ready for the dance and her hair was all brushed out and fancy and she was in a beautiful ball gown. It was a midnight blue with silver rhinestones that looked like stars decorating it along with her moon necklace. She was waiting on Bill to arrive. It was starting to get late. Bill woke up. He felt strangely... Empty. He looked around, and saw he was in the woods, alone. He looked down and found he was floating almost a foot off the ground. The heck. He decided the best course of action was to find Mystine. Mystine noticed that the dance was definitely over by now and she was an emotional wreck. Had Bill forgotten? Or did he just lie to her? He wouldn't do that to her...Would he? She didn't notice she had started sobbing.
Bill tried to run, but it was like being stuck in jello, or water. He found he moved better when he thought about moving instead of using his legs. He finally made his way towards the cave, thank goodness he knew where he was, though wobbling and flailing about. He seemed to be very pale and partially translucent. Was he a ghost? He tried to remember what had happened before he passed out but... It was gone... Bill entered the cave and saw Mystine sitting on her couch sobbing.
She got up and went over to the mirror on the wall and looked at herself. She was a wreck now... She was angry, upset, and heartbroken. She was blinded by her emotions and she suddenly ejected her claws and started tearing her dress and ripping it and in the process, wounding her arms and legs. The wounds were deep and bleeding. She fell to her knees in the middle of it in a blind rage. She snapped out of it and saw herself and smashed the mirror, shattering it and injuring herself father. There were several larger pieces.
Bill was horrified. "Mystie!" He screamed flailing forward. "W- What are you doing?!" Tears streamed down his face. He begged her to stop, but she ignored him. He screamed his voice hoarse, but still, she heard nothing. He slowly sank to his knees, sobbing hard.
She kept going until her dress was barely a dress, her legs and arms would probably be permanently scarred and at one point she unintentionally scratched her face but avoid the eyes. She noticed the only thing still fancy and beautiful was her hair. She glanced at the mirror shard beside her, grabbed it tightly, cutting her hand, and cut her hair short and uneven. The pile of hair fell to the ground in a heap. She smashed the shard against the ground. She was in a ragged torn dress, her hair messy, short, and unevenly cut. Her arms and legs scratched and cut along with one on her face, and she was sobbing and covered with blood.
Bill sat on the... Air beside her, sobbing hard. "M- Mystine! Just look at me!" He screamed, trying to reach out and touch her. To his horror, his hand passed right though her. He sobbed again. "Mystie, I'm r- right here..." He tasted blood.
She had been crying for so long that she started coughing and she weakly pulled herself up only to fall back down and she just crawled to her bathroom and started trying to clean herself up some. She cleaned the blood off changed into a different outfit, treated and wrapped her wounds and sat there drinking water, trying to regain some of her lost blood, calm down, and catch her breath. She noticed there was a trail of blood leading to the bathroom. She cleaned it up and then proceeded to dig a hole in the ground. She buried her rags/dress in the hole and covered it up and headed off to bed. She was mentally exhausted.
Bill weakly yelled at her the entire time. He hovered beside her bed, sobbing the entire time. After she fell asleep, he decided he was going to figure out what had happened if it killed hi- He burst into tears again. The outburst had seemed to trigger something. "If you keep going after Mystine, you're going to get yourself killed." The memory echoed in his head, creating an avalanche of memories. The bottle. The wishes. The...Genie. Hatred ran like fire through his veins. He rushed outside, feeling hot and angry. It felt like fire. It was fire. He felt the need to destroy. To kill. t- to burn. Burn everything. He blacked out.
(Don't kill me! Please! *hides beneath bed* Look, I forgot to mention that it this story will play with your feels...Sorry? Anyway leave a review or if you have questions I am willing to answer!)