Chapter 6

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Once again Alice decides to pay me a visit. I'm whirled off to a dreamscape of a black solid rock floor and a gray dreary sky. Of course she is standing right in the center, and she waves for me to come over. When I reach her she wraps her arm around my shoulders like a good friend would. "I have to tell you something. " She starts. "Something about your little crush." My mouth won't, more like can't open itself to protest, she smiles. "Yes, about him, he is a lie."

My mouth doesn't seem to be stuck shut anymore, "What do you mean by that?"

She lets go of my shoulders and turns to face me, her eyes turning as dark as the floor beneath out feet. "He's playing you, he doesn't want anything to do with you, let alone be your boyfriend, I'm surprised he doesn't despise you" Her voice sharp like daggers, ripping into my skin, causing blood to spurt to the surface while dripping down my body and forming massive ponds of maroon on the currently cracking earth. "Do you know why he humored you in class this whole time? Hmm?" The blood is draining down the crevasses, and leaving splotchy stains in my mind. "It wasn't because of you darling that's for sure, he simply wanted a good grade on the assignment. He knew that if he sucked up his stupid pride and apologized that you would crumple, like you always do, never wanting to put up a fight, just like the spineless wimp you are. And the reason he showed up late, you know the day at the library, he was trying his best to forget your hideous memory." The blood loss is taking effect, the room swaying and twisting, suddenly its on its side, and going black around the edges, and then all throughout it.

I'm in my bedroom, Alice is silent. What if she's right? He hates me. in my sleep deprived state I have an idea, and I can't tell if its brilliant or idiotic. Maybe I can bleed her out like in the dream... It starts like the dream, with a burning sort of pain, but its not panicking like in the nightmare, instead its soothing, and it comforts me like a mother.

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