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It had been seventeen days since Delirium. Seventeen days of numbness. Avalon remembered every single second of that night, every feeling. She remembered the weakness she felt, the weakness that [i]girl[/i] had filled her with. She'd made her into a slave, intent on serving her. She felt violated. All of this ran through her head as she sat on her floor, wrapped in a blanket and staring blankly into her mirror.

Her face was bare, no makeup, her eyes puffy from crying. Her outfit was a mess, a sweater she'd stolen from Sam and sweatpants that Will had given her last year for Christmas. Her mouth was pulled tight, as she absentmindedly chewed on her bottom lip, a clear effect of her anxiety. Her nails were speckled with dark red polish that she couldn't seem to chip off, and her fingers were constantly tapping out a melody that only she seemed to know. Avalon Middleton was a shell of her former self, and no one could know.

She'd been avoiding Will and Sam, who seemed to grow closer every day. Without those two, she came to the realization that she really didn't have many friends. Harold was gone now, so she couldn't talk to him, and really there was no one else she was close with. She blamed herself. She needed to start being nicer to people, or else she was going to wind up alone. [i][b][color=springgreen]Maybe that's not such a bad thing[/color][/b][/i] she thought, staring at her self in the mirror.

She shook her head. [i][b][color=springgreen]Enough.[/color][/b][/i] She stood up and looked at the clock on her nightstand. It was far past time she got ready. She had a Fear Fest to attend, whether she liked it or not. She began to do her makeup, do her hair, and put on her costume. Her outfit consisted of a red hood, a dress that left very little to the imagination, and a pair of black pumps and white stockings. She had to admit one thing; she looked hot. Not that that cheered her up in any way. She took a look at herself in the mirror and nodded. [i][b][color=springgreen]You've got this Avalon. You've got this.[/color][/b][/i] With that encouraging thought, she walked out to find Sam or Will, or more likely both.