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Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Renee's POV

I finally ran out of tears after a while. I had lost track of time, so I just laid on my back and stared at the ceiling.

My face felt sticky and wet, no doubt tear-stained and puffy, from crying so much. Too much. I needed to get a grip.

With a sigh I pushed myself up to my feet and headed to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror.

One word to describe me: Yuck. My hair was tangled, and my face was definitely all those qualities I had listed before. I looked extremely tired, and I felt it, too. But worst of all, I was black-and-white.

I ducked down and washed my face for a good five minutes, rubbing away all the stickiness and pain. I brushed my hair again, like that would do anything, and changed into more comfortable clothes. A too-big t-shirt and baggy sweatpants. Bum clothes.

I sat down heavily on the couch, but didn't have the heart to turn on the television. I liked the silence. It helped calm me and let me think.

But after a while I just gave up with reality and went to bed.

I snuggled underneath the heavy comforter and closed my eyes. I just wanted to get away from this nightmare, and have a dream full of color. I eventually fell into a deep, welcoming sleep.

I forgot to turn on a lamp.

*~*~*~*

The dreams I were having were wonderful, but weird and awful at the same time.

I had many friends. Leo and Elise were there, along with a bunch of people I didn't really know. But I had to have known them or else they wouldn't be in my dream, much less my friends.

I was at some kind of party, with music and lights and party things everywhere. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been to a party. I smiled and danced along to an old, familiar song.

But the best part of all was that whatever little color was there, I could see. I wasn't color-blind anymore.

And Leo liked me again.

But then the dream warped before I could get a chance to dance with him. Or do others things with him.

I was in a white bathroom, and I looked pretty enough. Normal. Colorful.

But then I looked down and saw my legs. They were HAIRY. But it wasn't normal hairy. It was like white fur!

I frantically rubbed them, and white fuzz actually fell off! I looked like a half-shaved Yeti. Dafuq?!

I woke up.

I gasped in the darkness, my eyes still closed. I shoved my hands down my sweatpants to feel my legs. I sighed in relief. They weren't hairy anymore, at least not fuzzy. I should probably shave soon.

But then it all came crashing down on me. I moaned. I didn't want to think about my horrible life.

I opened my eyes.

It wasn't much different. I realized it was purely black out. That meant it was night. I was unprotected. Bloody Mary was coming to get me.

I whimpered and shoved my blankets over my head. I curled into a ball, hugging my knees to my chest. I trembled in the dark. If I can't see you, you can't see me....

I shut my eyes tight. I willed myself to go back to sleep, but I was all slept out. My body didn't need rest anymore. Now what?

I cautiously poked my head out of the covers. I glanced at the dull shady glow of my alarm clock. It was just past twelve in the morning.