That Witch Bitch: Continued

The Grey

At 6:15, you find yourself ready to go downstairs.

You had decided to wear a gown, it looked a little old fashioned but you pulled it off as always.

You still had time to kill and since a Grey had brought you your suitcase, you decided to unload it.

Judging by the weight of it, it had been inspected and certain items must've been removed.

"Bitches." You mutter aloud, knowing that they stole your vintage perfume.

You flick open the lock and notice how all your clothes had been removed besides the purple ones which only left some tights and a galaxy looking dress that shimmered from purple to blue when it was in the light.

It wasn't as nice as the blue one that was taken away earlier but it'd be a fine replacement so you decide to hook it up where the other one had been confiscated.

A lot of your other things had been taken away as well, those selfish little Greys.

Thank god you packed a vinyl (your favourite, whatever you like listening to I guess ;)).

This was definitely the sort of place that'd have a good old fashioned record player.

You quickly glanced at your watch, noticing the time was 6:25.

You calmly smoothed down your dress as you shut the wardrobe and left your room, locking the door behind you.

You glide down the staircase as a Grey walked up it with her head down.

She had blonde hair that was tied up and wore plain black glasses.

She looked as if she'd been stripped of her personality.

She stumbles, causing her to trip slightly.

You laugh at her which makes her look up towards you.

When you make eye contact, you suddenly stop laughing.

The air had gone still and it was as if all sound had gone still, the old recording of a song you heard in the distance faded out as the Grey's brown eyes saw through yours.

You feel as if you recognise her.

"Do I know you?" You ask, breaking the tension.

She did look kind of familiar.

The Grey shakes her head, looking terrified.

"Oh, I know, did you serve me in McDonald's at the edge of route 37?" You ask, the smirk returning to your lips.

As you watch the Grey scuttle away without answering your comment, you feel the ease return to your body.

You didn't know her, it must've just been nerves.

You hum along to the old recording as you continue to the sitting room that Venable showed you earlier in the day.

You notice the record player was playing only one song on repeat and you wished you brought yours down with you for some variation.

As you walk, a couple of people come into view, they were also wearing purple.

It seemed they were sat on old fashioned sofas looking bored by the safety already.

You couldn't blame them, you were too.

However, there was nothing boring about how everyone's heads begin to turn in shock, noticing you.

That will never get old.

For the record, this book will probably be a little shorter than it's predecessor because it's only half a season I'm writing about technically.

The comments are awesome, I love that you guys love good music lmao :)