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『 bag of bones 』
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MEMORIES ARE SOMETHING Delores didn't have. She could barely remember her life here— here in this timeline.
It felt like she remembered more from this life of a girl in a hotel with supernatural powers, and a large dysfunctional family— two, actually. Two dysfunctional families.
Delores's opened her eyes, gasping loudly as if she was held underwater for a long period of time. She squinted as the sun shone down on her— heat radiating off of the large star.
She propped herself up on her elbows, feeling sand under her skin, as she looked around, confused.
Her hair blew in a warm breeze, as the salty ocean water drifted in the scent of the air. Delores slowly pushed herself up, and she was in a red school uniform of some sort.
She slid off the blazer that went to the outfit— the heat almost unbearable. Delores tossed the blazer onto the sand as she stood up, Mary Jane shoes on her feet.
"What the fuck?" Delores huffed to herself as she looked around at the familiar scene, that looked exactly like the dream she had not too long ago.
A loud scoff was sounded from behind her, and she turned around to see a mannequin with large green eyes, no legs, and one arm. It was wearing the same polka-dotted shirt she owned.
"Hello?" Delores called out, ignoring the mannequin.
"Are you really that daft?" a female voice with a French accent said, and Delores looked over at the mannequin.
Delores's eyes widened, and she took a step back, "Who the-"
"Don't look at me like that." the mannequin scolded, its expression never changing, "Humans are assholes, god." she scoffed.
Delores furrowed her eyebrows, stepped closer, and tapped the plastic mannequin on the head, "I'm I crazy..?" she huffed to herself.
"No! Fuck off!" the mannequin screeched the moment Delores poked her head, "Will you stop for one second and listen?"
Delores flinched back at the yelling, then narrowed her eyebrows at the mannequin, "Fine." she scoffed.
