My ears are ringing and everything feels stiff. I groan as I roll over in what looks like a crypt and see a young woman with raven hair lying unconscious next to me.
"What. The. Fuck." I say quietly as I get up.
The woman groans and sits up slowly and looks around panicking. "Where the hell am I?
This isn't my dressing room!" Dressing room?
Is this chick some sort of celebrity? I think trying to see if I recognize her from anywhere.... Nope. Don't know her I decide standing up with a groan my every muscle stiff and sore with a blinding migraine.
"What's your name missy?" I ask and she jumps and looks at me like she saw a ghost
"Qu-Queenie. Queenie Eclipse. And you are?"
What kind of a name is Queenie? Wait, she asked me a question...what was it? Oh right! My name!
"Uhh...my name is Stella." I finally get out my thoughts sluggish. How did I even get here?
I look at the panicking girl uncertainly before bending down and look at her violet eyes. Wait...violet eyes? They've gotta be contacts.... Focas Stella! "Do you have any idea where we are or how we got here, miss...
Eclipse right?" She nods and gulps before pointing at a hole in the wall of names behind us and muttered
"The hole in the dead person wall is vomiting."
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