I wake up, yawning and rubbing my eyes.
What time is it?
I look at my clock.
3:45 a.m.
That's weird.... Why'd I wake up this early?
Oh well, might as well take a shower, training wiped me out yesterday.
I shuffle out of bed, pulling my hair into a messy ponytail.
I grab some clothes and go into the bathroom.
I pull back the shower curtain.
I drop my clothes onto the floor.
I scream. I scream so loud I hear something crack behind me. My ears ring as I look down at the shower floor.
At Gianna's dead body.
Her neck is halfway cut through, showing frayed nerves and veins. Pieces of dead skin hangs off her skeleton. Dried blood is streaked across her neck, and is matted into her head. Where her skull is lopsided. And crushed in.
I scream harder.
Dead Gianna turns her head and moans," You did this to me."
Her voice is barely a rasp, seeing as her windpipe is crushed.
Her neck turns 360 degrees and I see her milky white eyes. And her sneering, twisted mouth with decayed, black teeth. Blood drips from her lips.
I back up against the wall as Gianna creaks up and walks toward me. Her bones jut out of her ankle and her arms. They scratch against the wall as she walks.
Her arms are claws and they reach for my throat. Blood cakes her nails, making it seem like she painted her nails with it.
Her hands find my neck and squeeze.
I pull at them, but her hands are like vices. I pull and try to kick her off me.
It doesn't work. Her hands grip my neck even tighter.
They squeeze harder and harder until I feel something crack. I see spots and stars as I try to keep my eyes open.
"Please..... Let...... Me ......go," I wheeze.
Gianna just a pushes down harder collapsing my windpipe.
Everything goes black.
"Freak."
I wake up in a cold sweat. I toss my blanket off my chest and sit up.
There are tear tracks on my cheeks and my throat hurts.Like I had just yelled at a football game.
Huh.
I shrug and pull my hair back into a messy ponytail.
I shuffle into the bathroom and run a comb through my hair.
I look in the mirror.
I am an UGLY child in the morning.
I laugh softly to myself.
My wrist hurts when I comb my hair.
I look at it and see a new welt.
It's freshly bleeding.
Must've happened with Lilo.
As I brush my teeth, I notice something on the bathtub's edge.
Drops of dried blood.
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Prep School
Fantasy15 year old Aria is not your ordinary teenage girl. She's not exactly normal but she doesn't stick out either. She has powers. Powers that mortals like you and me can't handle. When she moves to a new school, she has to learn how to control her powe...
