My worst nightmare

Revival

A/N: HEY WHATS UP ITS BEEN A WHILE
THIS IS A CONTINUANCE AS A SPECIAL REQUEST FROM A SPECIAL FRIEND.

Birds tweeting. Curtains flapping to the sound of the wind. I awakened to the vibrant sunshine which blessed my face annoyingly from my bed side window.

Wait-. I dont have a window. My eyes shot open and I sat up abruptly. A striking pain hit my temple and I hissed at the pain.

"Fuck"

I swiftly took in my surroundings trying to assess my situation as I got confused as to where I was and what I was doing here. Surrounding me was an enormous room filled with luxuries I could've only dreamed of and cleanliness that I could never make my room look like.

"Where am I?" I whispered softly to myself. I gasped as I heard my voice. "What the fuck-" I opened my eyes wide as I heard that peculiar voice come from my own throat.

I looked down to my feet and noticed pail dainty feet. Looking smooth to the touch and then I switched my focus to my hands which were of the same type as my feet.

Never in a day of my life had I ever had such cute looking toes and fingers. I then proceeded to inspect everything else about the room. I noticed I Library and a huge vanity dresser along with the enormous bed I just came out of. I started to walk to a mirror I saw in the corner of the room. Very anxious and scared of what I knew what I was about to see.

I stepped infront of the mirror to be met with a face I've never seen before. My eyes bulged out of this beautiful head I was in. I touched my pale rosy cheeks and stared at my full Rouge lips. My straight as a bone brown hair and my big hazel eyes amazed me along with my high cheekbones and petite figure staring back at me in the mirror.

"This can't be happening, am I dreaming or is this real?" I nervously laughed to myself not wanting to try the abusive measure that people take when trying to fi d out whether they're awake or not. I stepped back and went back to "my" fluffy bed.

"If this is a dream it's quite weird" I hummed. Iaid my head down and started to smile as I thought of whatever I could do to make this lucid dream even better since apparently I'm super rich and beautiful. My amusement started to die down as I started to remember what happened before I awoke to this dream.

Images flashed through my head of me throwing the mirror off the wall and slitting my throat. I recalled how Jake hurt my feelings calling me ugly and how he filled me in on how they never actually wanted to be friends with me and how it was just a bet that they had to do. Befriend the ugly, lonely bitch in class. My frown deepened at the thought while my lips started to quiver at the thought of what happen just moments ago.

My eyes started to tear up but before I could let the waterworks flow three loud knocks came at "my" door.

My heart jumped at the sound and I stood up wiping the almost tears away from my eyes. I started to panic.

"What the fuck do I do??"