Goth Ghost

Chapter 1: My Babydoll Shoes

A/N: Please enjoy. This is my first published story on Wattpad, so don’t kill me yet. If I suck, tell me. I love all you little weird unicorns!

I woke up, in my bed. I saw my window, my pastel blue walls and my clothes lying everywhere. I slowly emerged from the thick covers and sat upright. I squinted my eyes as sharp sun leaked in from the outside-world. How can someone be this hungover?...ugh.

I didn’t want to stand up, but I felt like it was late. I felt the sting of the cold floor on my bare feet. I zombie-crawled to my closet. I put on a pair of cutoff shorts, a black oversized sweater and liquid liner that’s gonna last for two weeks. Shoes? Ah, fuck it. I survived with a pair of woolly socks. I walked to the bathroom to see my purple-dyed hair full of tangles in the mirror, along with brown eyes, pale skin and dried blood on my lip. How? I gently rested my finger on the bruise. I hissed loudly at the sting. I ignored it and went back to my hair-issue. Hmm. Brush? Nope. Normal daily hygiene? Nope. Laptop? Duh.

I sat on my bed and opened my old-school windows 7 acer. I typed in my password…the same password since fourth grade. I was welcomed with my Mystery Jets desktop. The folders all stood there, mocking me. Like they were whispering: “Who’ll she open first? Will she care? What if she opens THE file?”

I ignored the imagine-voices and went into Google. As I waited for the Wifi connection to work, I stared at my window. The outside-world. Hmph. I wish I were on Jupiter. Yeah, that would be kick-ass. Or listening to Syd Matters on the moon. Life on Earth is nothing more than a fast overdose of emotion, soon to be cracked by the game-changer…death. Yes, a VERY morbid thought, you’re correct, dear reader. Too morbid for a grungy 20-year old, right? Whatever.
I snapped out of my tunnel of neverending thought as I saw the familiar Google-logo pop up. I googled my most active search…Goth Ghost. What is that, dear reader? Allow me to educate:

Goth Ghost is a super awesome blogger who I discovered a few years ago. I need his posts like oxygen. I can’t explain it. When you read his entries, it feels like you know him, as opposed to what you actually are…a perfect stranger with whom he’s never had contact with. I smiled as his Galaxy-themed page came onto my screen. I saw a new entry:

Laugh all you want, for one day you will be the ignorant fool standing with your feet on the ground. I will be the reigning miracle flying with the wings created by my dreams.

I sighed in ecstasy. I feel like his words have flown into my blood-stream and entangled itself into my organs. It’s a part of me.
After spending two hours on his page, I went over to mine.

It was named: PurpleSmokedStarbucks. It was quite pathetic and my followers were enough to carry in your hand. I didn’t even bother to write an entry, no inspiration.
I heard footsteps behind me as I close my laptop. I felt two thin arms wrap themselves around me.
“Heeeeey Nicki.”
“Morning Quinn.”
“Reading blogs again?”
“Always, you know me!”
I never wanted to tell Quinn about Goth Ghost. I don’t know why, like I wanted to keep his blog for myself. I guess I’m just selfish about stuff like that. Quinn loosened the grip around my shoulders and sat next to me on my bed. She stared at my blog homepage. “So? Any new followers?” she asked. She’s always trying to encourage me not to lose hope on my blog…but that’s hard. “Nah, the usual. Whatever, I started it anyways cuz I was bored,” I said in a soft tone.

What a lie. I spent hours on that blog, trying to make it individualistic and awesome. I spammed so many websites with links to my blog, it was actually quite insane. And this is what I get for it: NOTHING.

An alarm went off somewhere. Quinn took her phone out of her jean-pocket and her eyes went wide. “…What?” I asked. She started smiling. She was…beaming, glowing in fact. “I got the job! They want me to start right now!” Quinn said as she stood up from my bed. Her heels made a loud clack sound on the wooden floor. She went to an interview a few weeks ago at a marketing company. I’m proud of her though. She’s doing something with her life, unlike me. I work at the pet-shop three days a week. It’s crappy pay and it ALWAYS smells like cat-pee there, but it’s fine. Quinn pays for almost everything in our apartment, and she likes it that way. I saw her walking out the door in a hurry.
It’s so unfair how some friends are all ugly and stupid together, but people like ME are stuck with being the ugly stupid one while Quinn is the pretty smart one. I shook my head in disbelief at the world’s unfairness.

I shut my laptop and stood up from my lazy, yet comfortable, position. I had to go to work. My black-nailed hands touched the doorknob when I remembered something. I forgot shoes. I ran back to my room, socks and all. “Fuck,” I said as I realised my closet was a mess. I grabbed the first pair of shoes I could find –black Babydoll heels. Heels with a short and sweater…OKAY. I pulled on the heels and sprinted to the door. My Mini Cooper was shining in the morning sun, waiting to be activated and used to full extent. I got into the car and started driving. I felt the cool air hit my face. I loved it. The winds explored through my wisps of purple hair. See, I like the small things in life.

Thanks for reading! Please comment and vote cuz it’ll help a lot. Btw, sorry if the first chapter was a little slow. It will pick up, I promise. I just want to have proper character development before all the shit goes down.
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