She Loves Her

She loves her 6

she loves her 6.

Izzy and I literally jump by the sudden knock on the door. We had fallen asleep

"Lola?" said a shy voice.

"It’s Chloe" 

"erm on min" I said, jumping off my bed and making my way to the door. Izzy quietly got up and creped into in the bathroom. 

I waited for Izzy to hide then I opened the door. 

"Hey Chloe" I yawned. 

"Hi" she blushed. 

"Is there anything you want?" I asked

"erm well... Izzy hasn't been down yet and am wondering if she is still here" she fiddled around with her fingers, what a cutie. 

"No, I thought she had made her way down" I lied, am pretty good at it. 

"Oh okay, sorry for disturbing you" 

"its okay Chloe" 

She curtsied then rushed down my lonely corridor. 

I sighed then shut the door. 

"She’s gone now" I shouted then made my way to the bathroom. I opened the door to be hit by some steam. I waved it away to see Izzy relaxed in the bath tub with one of her toes pointed in a sexy way. 

"Hey Lola" she smirked then started laughing. I laughed along with her then went over and sat on the floor, leaning against the bath. 

There was a Short silence then Izzy finally spoke.

"Can you scrub my back?" she ask

"sure why not" I got on my knees rolling my sleeves up then I grabbed the scrub and started scrubbing her back lightly. 

"hmm that feels nice" she dazed. I giggled then continued. 

I ended up shampooing her hair too, she said my touch made her relax. And that I should work on a spa or something. Izzy left and went back to her dorm. Leaving me in a complete loneliness. I couldn't get to sleep since I wasn't tired and taught back throughout the day. ALOT has happened and it really had been a long day.

I climbed out my bed and turned on the lamp. The room seemed scarier, bringing in random fear. I suddenly found myself standing in front of my bookcase. With Brenda’s voice already rejoicing in my head for me to go in. 

My hands then grew a mind of their own and pushed fours book of the shelf, revealing an ancient handle. My hands rotated it and the hidden door opened with it's usual rusty squeak.

The lights automatically turn on for me to see the boxed shaped room. My paintings have covered the walls, some on the floor. The room smelt damp, in a painty way. I washed my hands and prepared my paints. When I was ready I sat down and as usual let my mind and fingers blow me away. I didn't know what I was painting, in fact I never know what am painting. But when I look at it in the end it has always turned out well. This time I had done a painting of a girl. It was horrible.

A girl or woman covered in blood, she was naked with a deadening slit across her throat. Every time I looked at it her dull eyes would sink into mine making me shiver. I quickly put the paintbrush away and washed my hands, I made my way out and back into my room.

I couldn’t help but be freaked out by the fact I saw, the freaky girl in the painting crawl to me.

i know short, i wanted to update it so i quickly wrote something that popped into my headm still not sure what will happened next but, hmm 

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