People with no faces. Mirrors everywhere. CLACK! CLACK! CLACK! The loud sounds of her heels sped up. People chanting her name. It was the only thing that filled her ears. She tried to run.
BANG! She felt like her head had been sliced off, like what happened at the show. She tried to feel her neck, but all she felt was cold stitches and the smell of iron filled the room.
Crimson red blood stained her hand. It was warm but sticky. She felt horrified. Blood tainted her white dress. The people got closer surrounding her with the same mirror that she looked in daily. All she could see was her ruined body. Blood spilling down like how a river flows. She touched her face, the blood had tainted her face. Her neck was no more then a bloody mess now.
She reached her hand out for any kind of salvation, but one of the mirrors shattered on impact when she even touched it. She let out a blood curdling scream. Nobody helped her. None of the faceless people helped. They only stared at her with an amused glint in their eyes. They seemed to enjoy her suffering. All she wanted was her mother to comfort her, to stroke her hair, to do her makeup again, to make her laugh. Instead of these faceless people tormenting her.
Tears streamed down her face. She tried to escape, but she began to pass out.
She felt soft furry paws hit her face. It was Grim. "Human? Human?! You were crying in your sleep! It's morning!" Thank god it was all a dream, but when Grim waddled out to go eat more tuna. She saw the cold stitches on her neck, still there. Was it a dream after all...?
She opened her eyes. Grim wasn't there, at all.
