The Closet Full of Nightmares.

~Chapter 7: The Peasant and the 12 year old~

AN: I FINALLY GOT OVER MY WRITER'S BLOCK! (I actually wrote this chapter in almost 4 hours, so sorry if it's not long or spelt correctly in some places....) Hope you enjoy! xD

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The room was lit with bright lights, sparkling over the long white cloth table. It almost glowed as the lighting hit the silverware and other sparkly things in the room.

I sat in the far left corner of the room, a group of faceless people were gathered around me all in fancy attire. To any normal person, I would have looked out of place-I mean wearing a hoodie and black jeans wasn't really called 'fancy'-but for some reason no one payed much attention to what I wore. Not even me.

"-and that's when I said; 'Shut your fat face, lady!'" The room boomed loudly and, much like myself, some of the people began to double over laughing. A huge smile formed on my face when I realized I was actually making them laugh, so I continued. "Then I got the he-"

"Savannah." A faint voice tried to interrupt, I quickly ignored it, assuming it was a figment of my imagination.

"-out of there!" I continued to chuckle, then suddenly the smile deflated a little. "I mean...it might of played different for some people, but I don't care~! That's how I remembered it..."

"Savannah!" The voice continued to taunt, and for a split second my face turned into a fowl expression before turning back to the way it was before.

"No, but the funniest part was when she tried to chase after me! Haha, fat people running is seriously funny sh-"

"SAVANNAH MASON!" A voice screeched, I yelped and snapped up from my chair.

"-ish kabobs! What?!" I exclaimed, looking over my shoulder at where the voice was coming from. Unknown to me that everyone started to fade away so that it was only the voice and me. "If this is about my cursing, you can suck i-"

"Shut. Up." The unfamiliar voice growled, I immediately lowered my head like a child would when their mother would scold them. "Let me talk for one. Freak'n. Moment." I mutely nodded my head while still keeping my eyes glued to the floor.

"Do I really have to deal with this..." I could hear them mumbled to themselves, I cautiously lift my head to see them.

Standing there was a older male blond; he had longish hair and bangs that where tied up with a clip. I couldn't quite place it, but I've seen him before...somewhere.

"....Have you died before?" I questioned bluntly, he looked up at me with a horrified expression. 'That's explains it,' I thought blandly, 'He must have been in one of my death dream...I should pity him.'

"Oi, don't pity me!" He yelled, pointing a finger at me. "And girls shouldn't make expressions like that!"

"Actually I wasn't really going to pity you..." I remarked, "Anyways, how's death been?" The blond put his hand into a strangling position and growled at me. "And by any chance do you have his number..? I heard he was hot." 'Tattoos and piercings, yum.' I subconsciously lick my lips.