D A N C I N G
4th December 2015
A black haired girl was clutching her dark blue dress. Her ebony black hair had been arranged into a messy fishtail, smoky gray eyes covered with a thick layer of eyeliner and kohl giving her a more intense look. The dress was clinched at her waist, falling in light frills to her mid-thigh. Intricate lace designs made up her sleeves, joining at her neck. She looked beautiful.
Rory whirled on her heels away from reflection to the red haired girl,
"You sure this isn't too much?" She questioned, her nose wrinkling.
"Are you kidding me? This is the bare minimum for a date," Samantha shrieked. Her eyes widening as she stared at her Rory, "You look smokin', Chicka."
"First off, you should stop calling me Chicka and secondly, are you absolutely positively sure?"
She twisted her fingers in nerves. It felt weird worrying about what she was wearing for a date. She never cared enough about her appearance to make an effort but today was a special day. She was going on a date with him. A smile lighted her face as she fell into her daydreams.
A car honked outside her house, shaking her out of her trance. The nerves that had disappeared sometime during the daydreams were back in full force.
"Sam, he's here!" She panicked, as she turned to her best friend.
"Go! He's already here. And remember Cover your stump before you hump, okay?"
"You're a pest," She scoffed, as she mocked glared at her.
"Whatever. Don't work too much, Rory, it's going to go great, okay?"
"Thanks, Sam," Rory reached out to hug the girl, who playfully pushed her back.
"No, you are going to mess that dress up. And I spent three fucking hours on it. So no"
Laughter rang from the black haired, as she went out the door, yelling her byes to red haired. She walked across the lawn to his car, her lips curved into a smile; eyes beaming when she saw him.
Standing by the car door, ready to open the door for her, acting like the perfect gentlemen. Decked in dark jeans and a white shirt, he looked handsome. Rory's palms became sweaty and the nervous jitters again raising its ugly head.
"Hi, Ms .Late Queen," He teased.
"Oh, come on, I was just like five minutes late," she shot back as she blushed.
"Sure," He replied, stretching the 'ure'.
She narrowed her eyes playfully, slapping his arm.
"You suck," she poked her tongue at him.
Suddenly the view of her house disappeared. The car and green lawn had vanished along with the roads. She was no longer in the uptown New York City but was now stuck in a void with him. Blood pounded in her head, she knew what was coming next and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
The handsome boy now looked different; his previously happy-go-lucky smile had morphed into something sinister. It made her skin craw in disgust; His warm brown eyes were filling anger, making them a vicious blood red. He looked like Satan himself, ready to bestow harm on any and everyone who was in his path.
"Ready?" His voice had lost its melodic touch, and had left it gruff and harsh. She hated it. She hated him. Memories began seeping into her mind, her heart broke.
Rory shook. Her playfulness had evaporated; fear now had taken control of her body leaving her paralyzed. She hated herself, for letting her emotions get the best of her, again.
"Zee, please relax. Don't get angry," She tried to calm him down futilely. He would never calm down, he was beast. A monster, the mere reason why her life was more fucked up than it was three years back. How could she have let that happen?
"Aww, is little Rory scared?" He cooed to her. His expression filled with contempt and disgust as he watched her tremble in fear. The red eyes twinkling maliciously, his lips carved into a smirk.
Rory whimpered.
Abruptly his face morphed, into one of a girl's; her wrists and legs were lined with thin scars, blood spilling out. Bones jutted out of her body, her dark blue navy dress was discolored with blood. Face decorated with bruises, she was a mess.
Rory woke up as she bolted up right, gasping for breath. Her face was shinning with a thin sheen of swear, her shirt damp. Disgust and horror rolled off her in thick waves as she waited for her breathing to come back to normal.
She felt scared, and so very horrified of everything; of him, of herself. Sobs wrecked her body as she got up from the bed. It had been a long time since she had dreamt of him.
But it had been the ragged girl that had woken her up from the nightmare; she had never seen her before in her nightmares. But she knew who she was. And how couldn't she?
And perhaps it was true that the monsters were always there. Just not under her bed like she had feared as a child,
But were d a n c i n g inside her head.
{ A/N That's Rory's dress by the side,
if you like it, vote it? lol that rhymed
anyways, vote and comment, folks.}
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