The Anything RPG

Poisoned Dreams

Vertia

I am still huddled on my bed. Tired. Hungry. Lonely.

I wander into the kitchen.

Seriously? Violet didn't give us any food? Does she seriously think a half mermaid can perform Magic????

I glance at myself in the mirror. My eyes are bloodshot and with huge pands rings, and my face is pale and white and pinched. Then suddenly a make up bag appears out if nowhere.

" Huh?" I gasp. And then a huge Gateu Cake appears on the table. I carefully touch it. It's real. It's-

"Heloooooo Vertia!Long time no see-see!" A familiar voice sings cheerily. I spin around and see Violet and the othes huddled in the hall.

"PerLEASE!" I grin." Breaking into my house and mysteriously making cakes appear out of nowhere is-" but then I stop short, astounded.

A newcomer.

" Oh, I forgot, Vertia this is Rose. Rose this is Vertia," Violet

Midnight

Vertia looks Rose up and down, left and right. Rose looks Vertia down and up, right and left. The silence is defining. "I want my house next to her" they both say in chorus. A match made in heaven, I think. Is just a shame I can't be happy about it.

Emma

While the others build Roses house, I take Midnight aside.
"We've got to get your memories back. Perhaps I can help you as I have mine."

Vertia

I smile at Rose and we enter her house. " it's lovely!" I say shyly, whic is true. It is huge and white with large pillars and a HUGE red carpet covering the floor, with a glimmering Chandeliar in the middle if the room, and large soft velvet sofas. It matches Roses posh, extravagant personality perfectly.

"I must admit, this house is pretty cool for sure!" Agrees Rose, bouncing on an enormous red four poster bed. I smile at her.

"I think with your help we can get back home pretty darn quick."

She pouts at the wall size mirror, curling her eyelashes. I glance enviously at her. " You're lucky your so pretty." I laugh.

She smiles coyly. " I know just how to give nature a helping hand. Come here, I'll do your face." It's been a long time since I wore makeup. I look at myself. I giggle, happy that I've finally got someone to share my worries and secrets with until we go home and I can go back to Mom and.....

No I cant. There dead. I'll never see them again.

Me and Rose lie on the bed, talking about boy bands and celebs and crushes. But I can't concentrate. When I say goodbye and go home for sleep, when I enter my bedroom I burst into random tears.

Midnight

"Wait"I say to Emma. "You know my secret too?"
"Yes.Don't ask how.I can just see it in your eyes. The happiness is there, but just beyond your reach.that is what makes it hurt even more." She says in a gentle, sad voice.
"I...I...I just want to know how it is to feel happy!" I cry, burrowing my face into her silky hair. It smells of fruits and flowers in summer.
"Hey, hey, it's ok. I have the majority of my memory back. If you like, I can help you remember what you have lost. Then you can go home."
But...I had a dream-more of a nightmare really.and I think...it was a memory from home.it was that night when I woke up screaming, remember that? I don't know if I WANT to go home..."
"Well, whatever happened, we are going to make you feel joy. And we will succeed, even if it is the last thing I do."
"Thank you.Really." I say, grateful for the moral support.
I can see that she means what she says. Her eyes are wide, and seem to understand how I feel better than anyone else's. "Thank you," I say again."thank you."

Rose's Diary

Dear Diary,
What an odd place this is! Just so you know, I am NOT the sort to start riff raff about diaries. It was only a humble suggestion from this little, grey boy. I don't think much of him.
As my mother always said, 'You have to suffer to looks good,' that was why I had a long look at Vertia. I must of stared though, because she glared a little. Okay, so I was a little prim when I first met them, but mother told me that because we are rich, I am allowed to 'Exercise my posture,'
This must stay between you and me, Diary, but I am a little weary of all this poshness. Indeed, I am blunt and fancy and care about my looks, but if I am going to be stuck in this peasant's world, I may as well try and be a bit more friendly.
I shall try my best. That Vertia is AMAZING! Obviously, she can't capture my astonishing beauty, but nobody can. I am not exactly fond of that Elle Whipped Cream, or whatever her unfancy name is, but I shall make an effort.
Rose Black.

Rose

My palace is just gorgeous! Okay, it's not quite a palace, but it is still luxurious.
The kitchen is red and white tiled. I was so shocked when I found out that I had to polish the tiles myself, that I fainted (Gracefully, mind you) . (That's where I'm up to in the story.)

Blackness swirls around me. Instead of the dull, whiteness that I saw when I first came here, everything is black. That is fine with me. I just LOVE black and red.
I am wearing my favourite black gown with a red rose swirling up, nearly at my hips. My smoky eyeshadow is not at all out of place, and my red lipstick is exotic against my white skin.

There is a rose bush nearby. Oh my roses! I do love that flower. I glide up to them, and smell their sweet petals. Very carefully, I pluck one of them off, and slide it into my black waves of hair (I ALWAYS have a rose in my hair). I can pluck off roses without harming the plant, as my power (Nobody knows this) is being able to grow roses. Not having to bury seeds in soil, but just making them arise from the ground. I could make a whole KINGDOM of roses if I wanted to.

Suddenly, the roses turn black, and dissolve into dust.
"Oh my roses! What is going on?" I cry, but it is too late. The roses have perished, and I am in blackness again, screaming, and screaming, and screaming...

Violet

A scream. I'm not imagining it. Sounds like Rose. I rush out (gosh I'm doing a lot of it these days) and see her, staring at her roses that look perfectly fine to me and then raises her arms up and screams "I'm falling! Help!" I rush in front of her and see her eyes are glazing over.
"ROSE! ROSE! WAKE UP!" I yell.