Wow...Totally procastinating...Have been dying to write. Finally got the chance. Hope you all readers enjoy it. If you do, I would love if you would VOTE, COMMENT, FAN. <3
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My friends and I sat at the usual corner side of the cafeteria, where there is less immature screaming and shouting of students overpowering our hushed conversations. But I remained silent, for I felt completely dazed the whole day. The questions hammered into my head and I was genuinely beginning to doubt my own sanity.
My whole life...what I believed; is it all even real or am I being kept under a shell for my own protection? Secrets being spoken whose existence I am too afraid to acknowledge of, strange boys appearing into my life, and all that crap about my mom...
Maybe I am living double lives. Half reality and the other half a hallucination. And maybe I am losing my hold on reality. This is reality, not what happened last night.
"Hello! Cat, what is wrong with you? The entire lunch you have been dozing off," Fiona yelled, her hands waving around my faltering, dizzying sight of the noisy crowd of students settling down.
"Sorry," I muttered and I massaged my head attempting to ease away the tension. Fiona's eyes abruptly widened and I rolled my eyes, asking, "What is it this time?"
"What happened to your arm," she squeaked nervously.
I looked down and remembered the white piece of band aid my mother wrapped around my bleeding arm last night. I winced from the reminder of last night's events, and the memories induced the horrible agony to rush up my arm once again. I really hated lying to my friends.
Yeah, some wild guy attempted to drink my blood...Nope. Lie it is then.
"Um...Last night it was kind of dark. So, on my way home I tripped at a point. You know how clumsy I get after partying. It's nothing, really," I smiled at her reassuringly, struggling to maintain my composure of confidence under the almost intolerable pain. But knowing Fiona, she wouldn't fall for my false pretense.
"Don't lie. It hurts real badly, doesn't it? Man, I called you a few times on your cell phone last night after, but you didn't answer. I assumed you went to bed, considering how tired you seemed at the party. I am so sorry. I would have dropped you off if I knew this would happen, Cat," Fiona said, guilt and sorrow written in her eyes.
"Yeah, about that...I lost my phone during the accident. My phone was the last thing in my mind. I dashed down the street like a monkey when I started bleeding" I waved off my hand dismissively, trying to dissolve away her concern.
But realizing it had the opposite affect on her, I shut my mouth quickly. Maybe talking about blood isn't such a great idea. Desperate to change the subject I said, "Fiona, seriously. It's fine. I am not dead, am I? Anyways, what happened between you and Zack last night?"
Her eyes met everywhere, except me, and I took notice of her hands fidgeting under the table, emitting nervousness. I raised my eyebrow at her questioningly, waiting for a response. "We...uh...we are together now."
I widened my eyes, a little taken aback. "Like..'together together'?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "Mhm," she replied, taking a sudden deep interest in a lettuce protruding from her half-eaten sandwich.
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Beautiful Blasphemy
Fantasia"You know that's a lie. There was no trouble, nothing to fight for up there. But here in earth...it's full of darkness and you're willing to put your life in danger? Is this really your definition of a perfect life; fighting against forces and being...
