I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock.
"ughh" I groggily laid a hand across my eyes. It was too bright today, and my head was pounding. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I tried to rub out the tension in my forehead. It was like the Revolutionary War was taking place in my skull.
The alarm clock continued buzzing, not helping with my headache in any way. I slightly bent my waist and quickly regretted this move as a wave of pain hit me. Then I quickly threw my head back into my pillow to cover the small yell that escaped my mouth. I started taking slower breathes in attempts to lower the pain. Wincing in agony, I gathered up enough will power to pencil roll over to the edge of the bed. My alarm clock couldn't sing forever. I attempted to stand up while clutching my stomach. Boy was I dumb.
Crying out, I fell to the ground my suffering only becoming worse. Laying there I massaged the general area of my pain.
"BEll, TURN THE STUPID ALARM OFF!!" My dad yelled from the room across the hall.
"Ok-" My sentence broke off as my hand prodded at my jaw line.God, that hurt too. Feeling the heart of my anguish weaken I stood slowly like a robot who had not been oiled in a while. Breathing hard, I worked my way over to my full length mirror and hell you'd never believe it. My left cheek was a storm of black and blue, the skin festering and rotten looking. Rough patches of skin replaced what should have been smooth. Four greenish yellow dots splashed across the storm showing imprints of an unknown force. This wasn't even the worst part. Rolling up my cotton t-shirt I was exposed to a whole different canvas. A gigantic swirl of various shades of blue took up what should have been my usual skin. Small sand grains of red patterned the blue surface. The most distinct feature being the series of raised across the area of the figure. A toxic green halo encircling the masterpiece in all its horrid glory.
Suddenly feeling nauseous I only had enough energy to hit the off button on my alarm clock and send out a quick text to Will.
Need cosmetic help! Can you come over earlier?
Nausea still rolling in my stomach I plopped down into my beanbag chair shoving aside my laptop. This was all nonsense, right? There was no way someone could have harmed me last night. I remembered clearly walking into the club lights flying, people dancing. Spinning around with Will before bumping into the blondie. Then taking a small break-
"Bell" My father's fists knocked against my door "do I need to come and drag you from your bed again?"
Flustered I blurted the one thing that repealed fathers "I'm on my period dad, I need extra time".
"Oh" my dad choked "ok, well um.....I'll be down stairs if you need anything". God, I hated to lie to my dad especially since this was the second time in two days. Flipping onto my stomach in the bean bag chair I unlocked my computer, I wanted to know if The Nightshade was notorious for girls waking up the next day without any memories. Putting down my previous webpage I pulled up Google and typed in The Nightshade. Millions of little Webpages popped up, scrolling through I found a page under National Geographic. Clicking on it it brought me to a homepage that read The Nightshade a club built in the land of spirits? Curious proceeded to read on :
The Nightshade is known to be one of the best clubs in North Carolina as it slowly climbs in ratings but is it really as great as it seems. Scientists have proven that The Nightshade is built on the Graves of ancient peoples graves specifically from an African tribe. The African American tribe was infamously known for terrorizing others and killing millions for game. This tribe was led by no other than who they referred to as the Moon Goddess the tribe queen. It is said that she is a spirit of the moon who promised her followers a magical gift if they were to follow her into battle and survive. When scientists recovered an antique drawing it depicted that after their first battle many soldiers didn't return and that the queen became power hungry. This hunger caused her to mingle the bodies of the dead making them look like a cross mix between a four legged animal and a human-
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