ArynMae20It's usually the only free space for me to practice my solos... heh. It's not that bad when I'm dancnig, the worse part is when I'm there super late and the massage therapist who works there doesn't realize I'm there and turns off all the hallway lights and then they are only lit by the red exit light and I have to run across the hallway to the light switch.
Yes! Liv Tyler!! Now I remember what it's actually called... "The Strangers" haha. I watched it with a couple friends too and that was maybe the only time I was ever scared during a horror movie (Only because shit like that happens in real life... ew). Anyways, I know it's true... I am the cuddle master, always have been always will be. XD
Haha, I bet we really would get along well, you can have your cheery sunlight :p Anyways, I think it would be so great to live in a haunted house. Like, I use to, when I was little. The basement in my childhood home was haunted, it was to the point that no one would babysit my sister and I alone and when you were downstairs by yourself you always felt as if there was someone lurking around the corner.
Haha, dads suck! Mine is like that too, but I think it's kinda their job. :) Aha, yeah *blushes* I am also the friend who uses other friends as human meat shields when walking through haunted houses. I get made fun of for it so badly. :p
YOU'VE NEVER SEEN THE RING? Oh my goodness, you have to. But watch Ringu instead, it's the original version and it is much better, if you can get past the subtitles. Also, watch The Grudge, it's super good.
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It isn't that bad, we locked ourselves in the big studio and by the time we went to sleep everyone was too overtired to care. But people have actually seen the male ghost multiple times. In the studios that have two doors you will see him walk past one but never the other and there is no way he would be able to get out of the building or go somewhere else without passing both doors. The female ghost haunts a room upstairs that I go in by myself, at night, all of the time, I've started locking myself in because the small storage room that is attached to it is super creeptastic.
My unconscious reaction to the 'one big glass wall' bit: "Oh fuck." Haha, that reminds me of the movie Have you Checked the Children. And the homeless people reminds me of that movie The Uninvited or whatever, the one where masked people try and kill off this couple and it was apparently based on real events or something. And, now that you have mentioned it, I am slightly freaking out because maybe there is homeless people living in the woods in my backyard. Great. XD But honestly that is absolutely terrifying/awesome. I probably would have cried like a giant baby whilst still thinking it was the best thing ever, haha. So the woman lived there by herself? In a haunted house with homeless people in the woods? That must take some guts... and how did you spend the night again?? I would have made my mom stay with me.
Ew, okay so now I am seriously freaked out :P
Right! I really want to see it so badly. You're doing a ghost rp right now?? So am I! It's like a creepy, Japanese horror movie style thing.
My unconscious reaction to the 'one big glass wall' bit: "Oh fuck." Haha, that reminds me of the movie Have you Checked the Children. And the homeless people reminds me of that movie The Uninvited or whatever, the one where masked people try and kill off this couple and it was apparently based on real events or something. And, now that you have mentioned it, I am slightly freaking out because maybe there is homeless people living in the woods in my backyard. Great. XD But honestly that is absolutely terrifying/awesome. I probably would have cried like a giant baby whilst still thinking it was the best thing ever, haha. So the woman lived there by herself? In a haunted house with homeless people in the woods? That must take some guts... and how did you spend the night again?? I would have made my mom stay with me.
Ew, okay so now I am seriously freaked out :P
Right! I really want to see it so badly. You're doing a ghost rp right now?? So am I! It's like a creepy, Japanese horror movie style thing.
a. That post was really good, omg I'm crying b. holy man I feel so bad for Mila c. Booker is great, nuff said.
My secret? I'm just weird... haha. I've been obsessed with ghosts, vampires, werewolves, etc. since I was a kid, like I use to live for those little ghost story books that had a bunch of different stories in them that said they were true but actually weren't. Oh and when I was in grade five me and my best friend at the time would write scary stories and read them to people saying they were real. Ahaha. Some of the things I wrote were actually really disturbing... :p I'll try and find some to share with you.
Maybe it's actually a good thing that you're scared of them then... cuddle excuse! XD Haha, anyways my dance studio is haunted because it's like a million years old and nuns use to live there and it use to be a school and I'm pretty sure a bunch of people died there. Anyways, the studio owner has actually had two different, unrelated psychics come in and both of them said that the place was haunted by a younger woman who disliked children. Also, there is something in the basement, I'm not really sure what it is but one night my ballet teacher was at the studio late with some students and they started hearing this guttural noise that they'd never heard before and they just kept on feeling like something was there with them, and not in a good way. Another time one of my other choreographers saw a man walk past the door into the big studio late at night and when she went to go check and see what he wanted, because it was late and the office wasn't open and she had a room full of young girls with her, he was gone. Like she was standing right beside the door and in the time it took her to look out into the hallway he wasn't there and there was no possible way for him to have gotten out of the building. Oh man, there is like a million other stories, I could tell you... that place is just freaky. Okay, just one more because this one actually happened to me. So we were spending the night at the studio a couple weeks ago and I was screwing around trying to freak out one of my friends, so I pretended to conjure the ghost and was saying stuff like "If you're here bang the wall twice" and all of this shit, nothing happened. Then, later that night, my friend started freaking because she thought she had shut a door that was now open, so I peeked my head out in the hall and yelled "Oh ghostie" and then I swear to god right by my head something banged on the wall twice.
Yeah, so anyways it's really freaky. Haha, ooh babysitting ghost stories are the best! I'm listening.
My secret? I'm just weird... haha. I've been obsessed with ghosts, vampires, werewolves, etc. since I was a kid, like I use to live for those little ghost story books that had a bunch of different stories in them that said they were true but actually weren't. Oh and when I was in grade five me and my best friend at the time would write scary stories and read them to people saying they were real. Ahaha. Some of the things I wrote were actually really disturbing... :p I'll try and find some to share with you.
Maybe it's actually a good thing that you're scared of them then... cuddle excuse! XD Haha, anyways my dance studio is haunted because it's like a million years old and nuns use to live there and it use to be a school and I'm pretty sure a bunch of people died there. Anyways, the studio owner has actually had two different, unrelated psychics come in and both of them said that the place was haunted by a younger woman who disliked children. Also, there is something in the basement, I'm not really sure what it is but one night my ballet teacher was at the studio late with some students and they started hearing this guttural noise that they'd never heard before and they just kept on feeling like something was there with them, and not in a good way. Another time one of my other choreographers saw a man walk past the door into the big studio late at night and when she went to go check and see what he wanted, because it was late and the office wasn't open and she had a room full of young girls with her, he was gone. Like she was standing right beside the door and in the time it took her to look out into the hallway he wasn't there and there was no possible way for him to have gotten out of the building. Oh man, there is like a million other stories, I could tell you... that place is just freaky. Okay, just one more because this one actually happened to me. So we were spending the night at the studio a couple weeks ago and I was screwing around trying to freak out one of my friends, so I pretended to conjure the ghost and was saying stuff like "If you're here bang the wall twice" and all of this shit, nothing happened. Then, later that night, my friend started freaking because she thought she had shut a door that was now open, so I peeked my head out in the hall and yelled "Oh ghostie" and then I swear to god right by my head something banged on the wall twice.
Yeah, so anyways it's really freaky. Haha, ooh babysitting ghost stories are the best! I'm listening.
"What do I say..? I say that I feel as though you're threatening me. You may not be taking that tone, but I can feel it oozing out of your attitude." Alexis sighed, and shook her head. “No, no ma'am-”. She stopped, pursing her lips and letting the young girl continue. "If I let you in your going to use us and drop us; we're nothing but a stepping stone for you. I know about the media, they twist everything you say and make the innocent look guilty. I'm not going to put my family through this; your not going to put my sister through this. Detective please." With nimble hands, Alexis shoved the notepad back into her bag and raised her hands in the universal sign of surrender. “I would never do that.” She stated, a complicated emotion leaking into her voice. “I'm not that kind of person, and you're going to regret sending me away when the real goons start hounding you. They aren't going to be scared off by some tough words and a detective.” She was slowly backing down the stairs, eyeing Detective Rogers as she went. “Here's my card,” she murmured, thrusting a business card towards Elise. “I you ever want to talk, give me a call.”
"The people in this town are a very tight community. They already have a low opinion of the media and all the attention that this has generated. They know what the facts are about the people who live here. They know these girls and the hell that they're going through and they want to help by giving them their space and dealing with the truth of the situation not the people who have been hurt by it. If you write one thing that is not true or causes these young ladies or their family any further distress I will bury you.”
Alexis raised her eyebrows and, despite herself, smirked. “Okay, okay. But just so you know detective, I have been apart of this community for several years now. You're the outsider.” She put a hand over her chest, almost mockingly, and stared him in the eyes. “And I solemnly swear that I won't write anything that isn't true about this family...” Her eyes went cold as she dropped both her hands to her sides. “I'm not a monster.” No, she wasn't a monster, but she did know one when she saw it. "You have to the count of five to be heading off of this porch and to your car. Otherwise I will cuff you and ride you in on my Harley. Your call." As the detective's voice started counting, Alexis turned around and started back down the driveway. “If you have anything to say, Ms. Williams, call me!” Her singsong voice drifted towards the detective and the two sisters as she stepped into her car and disappeared down the road.
"The people in this town are a very tight community. They already have a low opinion of the media and all the attention that this has generated. They know what the facts are about the people who live here. They know these girls and the hell that they're going through and they want to help by giving them their space and dealing with the truth of the situation not the people who have been hurt by it. If you write one thing that is not true or causes these young ladies or their family any further distress I will bury you.”
Alexis raised her eyebrows and, despite herself, smirked. “Okay, okay. But just so you know detective, I have been apart of this community for several years now. You're the outsider.” She put a hand over her chest, almost mockingly, and stared him in the eyes. “And I solemnly swear that I won't write anything that isn't true about this family...” Her eyes went cold as she dropped both her hands to her sides. “I'm not a monster.” No, she wasn't a monster, but she did know one when she saw it. "You have to the count of five to be heading off of this porch and to your car. Otherwise I will cuff you and ride you in on my Harley. Your call." As the detective's voice started counting, Alexis turned around and started back down the driveway. “If you have anything to say, Ms. Williams, call me!” Her singsong voice drifted towards the detective and the two sisters as she stepped into her car and disappeared down the road.
Haha, don't even worry about it! It's not something I get offended over easily. :p I'm not directly effected by him, we've never really been close at all. Of course I am always a little bit worried about my Aunt and also my cousin's and their kids. I don't think he would do anything to hurt them directly but he is suicidal and that's a good way to hurt everyone indirectly. I hope he changes too, but something in my gut tells me he won't :( Oh well, you can't help everyone.
I am obsessed, like literally obsessed, with scary movies. I watched all seven saw movies back to back by myself and didn't even bat an eye. But put me in a real scary situation and that's when I start freaking out XD My dance studio is haunted, which I think I may have told you, and being there for lock up/staying the night is terrifying!! Haha, without the sound, nice XD
Okay, I think I need to go to sleep now. I'll talk to you sometime tomorrow probably! G'night :)
I am obsessed, like literally obsessed, with scary movies. I watched all seven saw movies back to back by myself and didn't even bat an eye. But put me in a real scary situation and that's when I start freaking out XD My dance studio is haunted, which I think I may have told you, and being there for lock up/staying the night is terrifying!! Haha, without the sound, nice XD
Okay, I think I need to go to sleep now. I'll talk to you sometime tomorrow probably! G'night :)
It's actually eighteen in Quebec I'm pretty sure :p Not that I'm much of a drinker. A glass of wine during the holidays or something. That really is shitty about your friend's roommate. I know first hand what it's like knowing someone with alcoholism, my uncle has been an alcoholic for well over half his life now and the stories I could tell you are scary, and I only know that half of it. He's threatened suicide, abused his wife while she was pregnant, disappeared for days on end and it's gotten to the point where most of us just don't care about him anymore. The shittiest part is that he is really involved with his grandchildren's lives and they've seen more then I personally think young children should. Okay, so the only reasons I freak a little about it's affects is because a. alcoholism is actually in my families genes, I would rather not risk it and b. I'm a little bit impulsive as it is haha.
Ooh, okay I see. Well that's no big deal! Haha, at least you have it all figured out. I'm still not really sure where I stand with that type of thing. #touchy subject alert XD
They wanted to see Insidious Chapter Two! We're all huge horror buffs at my house :p Have you seen it? And oh my god speaking of horror movies watch this trailer, it looks soooo good:
Edit: Also, sorry that I took so friggen long to reply. I have the flu... so yeah DX
Ooh, okay I see. Well that's no big deal! Haha, at least you have it all figured out. I'm still not really sure where I stand with that type of thing. #touchy subject alert XD
They wanted to see Insidious Chapter Two! We're all huge horror buffs at my house :p Have you seen it? And oh my god speaking of horror movies watch this trailer, it looks soooo good:
Edit: Also, sorry that I took so friggen long to reply. I have the flu... so yeah DX
Do it! Oh my god the plot twist at the end will kill you. XD
My cousin overheard me telling my sister something about it and I'm pretty sure she was the one who blabbed. Yeah, I think that they'll probably loosen up a little bit in a couple years. I've never been the one to go out to random places so it's just kind of new to them I think. Boo you for being over the legal drinking age... I still have *counts on fingers* only three years, not that bad. I don't really like drinking anyways, lowered inhibitions freak me out. Haha, oh my goodness, what type of people have you dated?? Me myself, no people. I have not dated no people for a very long time and the most interest I have gotten from anyone is some comments from my best friends ex and it was super creepy. *shudders*
Oh my god, really? Hahahaha, I've honestly never heard it outside of dance class... that's great :P
My cousin overheard me telling my sister something about it and I'm pretty sure she was the one who blabbed. Yeah, I think that they'll probably loosen up a little bit in a couple years. I've never been the one to go out to random places so it's just kind of new to them I think. Boo you for being over the legal drinking age... I still have *counts on fingers* only three years, not that bad. I don't really like drinking anyways, lowered inhibitions freak me out. Haha, oh my goodness, what type of people have you dated?? Me myself, no people. I have not dated no people for a very long time and the most interest I have gotten from anyone is some comments from my best friends ex and it was super creepy. *shudders*
Oh my god, really? Hahahaha, I've honestly never heard it outside of dance class... that's great :P
You're not making it sound boring! It actually does sound like it would be a really interesting book, not the type of thing that I usually read but I might have to give it a try anyways. :)
Oh... yeah. Well, you see, my parents are kinda over protective and I don't really "go out" a lot with my friends, we mostly just go to each others houses and be lazy, so when I actually go somewhere my parents want to know exactly what I'm doing every single minute.
So the other day my best friend, a rando dude that she's friends with, and myself all went out to see The Lego Movie together (oh my god, I thought it was going to suck but it was actually really good. If you haven't already seen it, you should XD). My parents were hounding me all night to make sure I texted them with everyplace that we went and all of this stuff but, this is where it gets awkward, my friends wanted to park somewhere and smoke. If my parents had known that I went to a park and watched my friends do drugs they would have flipped their shit, but they ended up finding out anyways and now they don't want me going anywhere. So yeah, they are kinda right but I didn't do anything so it's not even that bad.
Oh... yeah. Well, you see, my parents are kinda over protective and I don't really "go out" a lot with my friends, we mostly just go to each others houses and be lazy, so when I actually go somewhere my parents want to know exactly what I'm doing every single minute.
So the other day my best friend, a rando dude that she's friends with, and myself all went out to see The Lego Movie together (oh my god, I thought it was going to suck but it was actually really good. If you haven't already seen it, you should XD). My parents were hounding me all night to make sure I texted them with everyplace that we went and all of this stuff but, this is where it gets awkward, my friends wanted to park somewhere and smoke. If my parents had known that I went to a park and watched my friends do drugs they would have flipped their shit, but they ended up finding out anyways and now they don't want me going anywhere. So yeah, they are kinda right but I didn't do anything so it's not even that bad.
Obviously! :P
Haha, aww that's cute that you and your family still watch movies together <3 My parents want to watch one tonight but they've been annoying lately (not that I don't love them but I told one little lie and now they apparently don't trust me enough to go to my best friends house, it wasn't even that bad, and if they had known where I was really going they would have flipped so yeah... anyways) so I'm not going to watch one with them. :p Anywho, back to the topic, what is the book about?? I'll I've ever heard aabout it is that it's really good so maybe I'll have to read it.
Edit: Oh wow, that made me seem like a super petty teenager. Haha, it's way more complicated then I made it seem, and honestly I don't blame them for being super protective right now. Anyways... this is an awkward over share... *smile and wave boys, smile and wave* XD
Haha, aww that's cute that you and your family still watch movies together <3 My parents want to watch one tonight but they've been annoying lately (not that I don't love them but I told one little lie and now they apparently don't trust me enough to go to my best friends house, it wasn't even that bad, and if they had known where I was really going they would have flipped so yeah... anyways) so I'm not going to watch one with them. :p Anywho, back to the topic, what is the book about?? I'll I've ever heard aabout it is that it's really good so maybe I'll have to read it.
Edit: Oh wow, that made me seem like a super petty teenager. Haha, it's way more complicated then I made it seem, and honestly I don't blame them for being super protective right now. Anyways... this is an awkward over share... *smile and wave boys, smile and wave* XD
Charlie watched with growing unease the internal strife that beat itself inside of Mila's eyes. She glanced away stifling a sigh as she pulled the blanket closer around her body. Charlie's head felt thick and foggy, she could tell that sleep was fast approaching her. Leaning back on the couch she gazed up in silence at the ceiling, her shallow breaths were the only sound in the deathly quiet apartment. Her teeth chattered slightly from a cold despite the fact that Mila had just shut the window and she could tell by the sweat on her skin that the room was not as cool as she felt. She watched Mila thumb through her phone with a grimace, there would be nothing in there to attest to her claim. Her eyelids fluttered as Mila's curious eyes tried to meet her own.
“…You don’t…communicate with your family often, do you?”
“Don't talk about my family.” Charlie's voice was a squeak as she tilted her head, which felt as if it were filled with lead for how hard it was to move, towards the woman. Of course Mila was right, she didn't communicate with her family often and the reasons behind that were simple. Her parents valued perfection, in their small, god-fearing bubble anything less then faultless was to be discarded. That included their flighty daughter who, in their eyes, would never amount to anything. Charlie shut her eyes and exhaled slowly, her gut twisted slowly and she felt as if she would be sick at any moment. She was able to pull herself onto her side and curl into a tight ball, causing the blanket around her to fall off her shoulder and expose her skin to the harsh cold. "Just please, don't talk about them."
“You’re alone.” Charlie flinched, her throat went dry and her eyes filled with tears that didn't fall, not this time at least. She couldn't think of anything to say to that. All of her sarcastic, snide comments seemed to cease as she wiped the water from her eyes. Yes, she was alone and she would always be alone and tonight had just reinforced that thought for her. She wasn't the type of person who got to be cared for or loved or wanted. She'd never been that person, so why would she let herself believe that maybe she'd have a friend in Mila. Curling closer into herself Charlie shut her eyes tightly. Her entire body felt laden with fatigue as she wrapped her arms around her knees in an almost childlike gesture. Seeking comfort in her own body heat.
Charlie was already nodding off, falling steeply into lethargy, when Mila's strained voice spoke. “…And then, I’m going to leave, and you’ll never have to see me again.” Charlie's head bobbed wearily at this, an unpleasant smile wove itself on her cracked lips. "Yes. That's a good idea." She murmured, her eyes were shut tightly and if she hadn't been speaking she would probably appear to already be lost in slumber. "You should leave, I won't tell." Her voice grew more and more abstracted, merely a sigh against the formidable silence that engulfed the two. "Who will believe me anyways..." This last thought was barely a movement of her lips, a whispering exhale of breath as her fluttering eyelids slowly stilled and her chest rose and fell evenly.
That last thing she heard before falling into the deep oblivion of sleep was Mila's voice, trembling and quiet. “But I didn't choose to become a monster...”
None of us do.
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The next morning, light shone through her window and woke Charlie from a fitful dream. In her dream Charlie had been running through the woods, her legs had felt heavy and she kept stumbling and falling, her head whipping behind herself to make sure that the ominous figure that lurked between the trees wasn't getting closer. But it was, slowly and surely, and Charlie's strength kept depleting until she was desperately crawling, digging up the moist dirt with her sharp nails, but it was no use and she knew that at any moment she was going to die... That was when she bolted awake, the warm sunlight unfitting for the sick feeling that enveloped her entire body, which was sore and starving. A thin layer of sweat coated her skin and she felt grimy and dirty. Looking down at herself she tried to remember how she'd gotten into bed, clothed in the same outfit she'd been wearing the night before. Her foggy mind cleared quickly and with the events of last night came back to her with blinding clarity.
Choking on a sob, Char swung her legs off the bed and tried to tentatively stand. Her legs were weak and could hardly support her body weight as she stumbled out of her room and towards the bathroom. Swaying on her unstable legs, she shut the heavy wooden door behind herself. The click of the latch into place, followed closely by the firm sound of the lock, was deafening in the otherwise silent apartment. She leaned heavily against the door, slowly allowing herself to fall to the ground. Her body thudded against the tile, shaking ever so slightly. Small noises heaved from her as she let the composure she had tried so hard to keep last night collapse around her. This wasn't real, it couldn't be real. Last night had to have been a dream. She leaned her head back against the door, tears dirtied her cheeks and spilled from her chin and fall onto her crumpled clothing. She suddenly couldn't bare the way the fabric hung of her body, making her feel sick and claustrophobic.
She wanted the clothes off, off her body that was still slick with sweat. Her hands balled up the thin fabric of her shirt, ripping the thing over her head violently and tossing it across the small distance of the room as hard as her weak arms could manage. Her body convulsed with silent sobs as she slid the jeans over her hips, the zipper catching against the inside of her thigh and scraping a long line down her leg. She could hardly feel the cut as she thrashed her feet, trying to free them of the jeans that caged her ankles. Her clothes were piled loosely on the bathroom floor and Charlie sat across from them, a mess of tears as she hugged her bare knees to her chest and tried to calm herself down. She still felt trapped, somehow, claustrophobic in her own dirty skin. Her hands reached forward to grasp the edge of the tub, using it as a crutch so that she could stand up and turn the tap onto hot. The steaming water filled the tub, burning into her flesh and turning her an unhealthy pink colour. She scrubbed at her legs, arms, torso. Trying to cleanse the grim that wasn't physically there. It took her a long while to realize that she was being foolish, childish even, and that letting her skin burn in the scalding water was not the answer.
She stood up, her hand gripping the wall for support and took a slow, calming breath. “It's over.” She murmured, looking at her ashen skin and gaunt features in the hazy bathroom mirror. “Just forget about it.”
“…You don’t…communicate with your family often, do you?”
“Don't talk about my family.” Charlie's voice was a squeak as she tilted her head, which felt as if it were filled with lead for how hard it was to move, towards the woman. Of course Mila was right, she didn't communicate with her family often and the reasons behind that were simple. Her parents valued perfection, in their small, god-fearing bubble anything less then faultless was to be discarded. That included their flighty daughter who, in their eyes, would never amount to anything. Charlie shut her eyes and exhaled slowly, her gut twisted slowly and she felt as if she would be sick at any moment. She was able to pull herself onto her side and curl into a tight ball, causing the blanket around her to fall off her shoulder and expose her skin to the harsh cold. "Just please, don't talk about them."
“You’re alone.” Charlie flinched, her throat went dry and her eyes filled with tears that didn't fall, not this time at least. She couldn't think of anything to say to that. All of her sarcastic, snide comments seemed to cease as she wiped the water from her eyes. Yes, she was alone and she would always be alone and tonight had just reinforced that thought for her. She wasn't the type of person who got to be cared for or loved or wanted. She'd never been that person, so why would she let herself believe that maybe she'd have a friend in Mila. Curling closer into herself Charlie shut her eyes tightly. Her entire body felt laden with fatigue as she wrapped her arms around her knees in an almost childlike gesture. Seeking comfort in her own body heat.
Charlie was already nodding off, falling steeply into lethargy, when Mila's strained voice spoke. “…And then, I’m going to leave, and you’ll never have to see me again.” Charlie's head bobbed wearily at this, an unpleasant smile wove itself on her cracked lips. "Yes. That's a good idea." She murmured, her eyes were shut tightly and if she hadn't been speaking she would probably appear to already be lost in slumber. "You should leave, I won't tell." Her voice grew more and more abstracted, merely a sigh against the formidable silence that engulfed the two. "Who will believe me anyways..." This last thought was barely a movement of her lips, a whispering exhale of breath as her fluttering eyelids slowly stilled and her chest rose and fell evenly.
That last thing she heard before falling into the deep oblivion of sleep was Mila's voice, trembling and quiet. “But I didn't choose to become a monster...”
None of us do.
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The next morning, light shone through her window and woke Charlie from a fitful dream. In her dream Charlie had been running through the woods, her legs had felt heavy and she kept stumbling and falling, her head whipping behind herself to make sure that the ominous figure that lurked between the trees wasn't getting closer. But it was, slowly and surely, and Charlie's strength kept depleting until she was desperately crawling, digging up the moist dirt with her sharp nails, but it was no use and she knew that at any moment she was going to die... That was when she bolted awake, the warm sunlight unfitting for the sick feeling that enveloped her entire body, which was sore and starving. A thin layer of sweat coated her skin and she felt grimy and dirty. Looking down at herself she tried to remember how she'd gotten into bed, clothed in the same outfit she'd been wearing the night before. Her foggy mind cleared quickly and with the events of last night came back to her with blinding clarity.
Choking on a sob, Char swung her legs off the bed and tried to tentatively stand. Her legs were weak and could hardly support her body weight as she stumbled out of her room and towards the bathroom. Swaying on her unstable legs, she shut the heavy wooden door behind herself. The click of the latch into place, followed closely by the firm sound of the lock, was deafening in the otherwise silent apartment. She leaned heavily against the door, slowly allowing herself to fall to the ground. Her body thudded against the tile, shaking ever so slightly. Small noises heaved from her as she let the composure she had tried so hard to keep last night collapse around her. This wasn't real, it couldn't be real. Last night had to have been a dream. She leaned her head back against the door, tears dirtied her cheeks and spilled from her chin and fall onto her crumpled clothing. She suddenly couldn't bare the way the fabric hung of her body, making her feel sick and claustrophobic.
She wanted the clothes off, off her body that was still slick with sweat. Her hands balled up the thin fabric of her shirt, ripping the thing over her head violently and tossing it across the small distance of the room as hard as her weak arms could manage. Her body convulsed with silent sobs as she slid the jeans over her hips, the zipper catching against the inside of her thigh and scraping a long line down her leg. She could hardly feel the cut as she thrashed her feet, trying to free them of the jeans that caged her ankles. Her clothes were piled loosely on the bathroom floor and Charlie sat across from them, a mess of tears as she hugged her bare knees to her chest and tried to calm herself down. She still felt trapped, somehow, claustrophobic in her own dirty skin. Her hands reached forward to grasp the edge of the tub, using it as a crutch so that she could stand up and turn the tap onto hot. The steaming water filled the tub, burning into her flesh and turning her an unhealthy pink colour. She scrubbed at her legs, arms, torso. Trying to cleanse the grim that wasn't physically there. It took her a long while to realize that she was being foolish, childish even, and that letting her skin burn in the scalding water was not the answer.
She stood up, her hand gripping the wall for support and took a slow, calming breath. “It's over.” She murmured, looking at her ashen skin and gaunt features in the hazy bathroom mirror. “Just forget about it.”
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