Give me my Hershey Kisses

Chapter 9

       I was snapped out of my thoughts when I felt someone shaking my arm fiercely. I looked up, with wide eyes, and saw Kennedy.

       "Sorry! I was just scared you might've died or something," She said playfully. "Come on. Let's get your fingernails done."

       I was about to get up, when I felt something wedged between my toes. I look down at my feet and saw this, like, I don't know. Toe separator? I was just about to ask Kennedy  what those things were, but she answered my question before I even asked it.

       "Those are just toe separators. We use them to make sure your toes don't touch and ruin all that beautiful work." I didn't respond, I just sat up and started to get out of my chair. "Oh wait.Don't move yet!" Kennedy ran towards the back, through a doorway the had a bunch of beads hanging from the frame. 

       She came back, not a minute later with some flip-flops. As she got closer to me I noticed that the flip-flops weren't exactly flip-flops. Well, they were flip-flops, except they were made from cloth. 

       "Here you go Catherine." I looked at her, asking what they were silently. "These are just so you won't walk on the floor barefoot and that you don't ruin your pedicure."

       I slipped the flip-flops on my feet and followed Kennedy to her nail station. We had to walk past Meg's station to get to her. I didn't even notice Makayla was gone. I quickly looked over the work that Meg was doing to Makayla's nails. They were purple at the top, but as you start to go down the purple was starting to fade into a shade of pink-purple. Makayla had noticed that I was gazing upon them. 

       "Do you like 'em," She asked. I could tell she was trying to show them off, by the tone in her voice.

       "Yeah. They're pretty," I said with no life in my voice. I sounded as if I didn't care, which I didn't, but I didn't want to sound like it. I was just too down the dumps, and I suck at hiding my feelings.

       "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," She mumbled loud enough so I could hear. 'You have no idea,'  I thought, but I didn't say anything. I just shrugged my shoulders, like I always do when I'm upset, because I'm just that pathetic loser that doesn't say anything when she needs to, but can go on for hours when it doesn't matter.

       I wish I was like Makayla. She's the type of person that will say something if you cross the line, or will talk about what's in her mind and how she feels, but I'm not like that. I'm the person that keeps it in and by doing that I'm just making it worse and worse. I know that and I just go on every day, like nothing is hurting me and it just makes it hurt worse. 

        I sat down at Kennedy's station and handed her my hands. For some reason I felt like I was going to cry, so I faced my head downwards. I was fighting the tears, but they were fighting harder. I felt them as they fell out my eyes. No one knew I was crying. I was having a silent cry to myself, until my brain started to relapse back to the dream. 

       The sound of the nail clippers turned into the sound of glass breaking. The sound of the nail filer started to turn to the sound of fire crackling. The burning smell of nail polish turned into the stinging smell of smoke. I looked at my toenails just to get my mind off things. They were red, white, orange and yellow to represent the sun, but they remind me of fire. Eventually I started sobbing, loudly.

       I could hear Makayla yelling, but I couldn't make out what she was saying over the sound of my sobs. She started shaking me, but that just reminded me of the people burning me alive in my dream. I felt very lightheaded. I had thought they had got to me and then everything just went black.

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      I woke up next morning to the smell of bacon. I let out a loud moan because my head was throbbing. I was in my bed. The last thing I remember is me in the nail shop hallucinating. Makayla must've heard me moan because she came running into my room. She opened her mouth to talk, but before a word came out of her mouth I heard a voice come from the kitchen.

       "Is Sleepy Beauty awake?" My eyes shot open. I forgot that I had a tremendous headache and I jumped out of bed and ran to my kitchen. No, no, no. My stomach flipped at the sight of that person, so I threw up.