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Chapter 12: Jade

Pink. That is all I could see. Pink. Pink. Pink. I was sick of it. I was terrified of it. 

This pink room that I was inside was creeping me out. It was so familiar yet scary at the same time. It was terrifying me. I wanted to scream so bad. But, for some reason, I couldn't.

It was my sister's room. Pink. Completely pink. So pink it made me feel nauseous and want to faint. It hurt seeing it again. Especially since the last time I saw it, it was when that happened. Eight years ago. 

So why was I there? I didn't know, but something felt weird. Wrong, even. 

"Jade," a voice called out so softly I almost didn't hear it. 

"Jade." It came again. Louder this time. And more recognisable. 

No. Way. 'This cannot be happening! She's supposed to be dead. How is this possible?' I thought. I didn't believe it. I didn't want to believe it.

"Jade." It called out once more. It was unmistakable: that is her voice. I turned around, praying that the person is not who I thought she was. Unfortunately, she was.

"Ruby," I whispered.

 My supposed-to-be-dead older sister was standing there, alive and well. She was smiling softly. But I still freaked out. How the hell was she alive?

Ruby just continued smiling like nothing had happened. Then, she brought out a knife. And plunged it down. Into her own chest. 

Blood sprayed out of the wound like a fountain. The crimson liquid covered the pink walls, pink bed, pink carpet, me and my sister's pink clothes. I stared at the scene horrifyingly, eyes wide. My mouth was open, but no sound is coming out.

THUMP. Ruby's body fell on the pink bed. Blood pooled around her. But that wasn't what terrified me most of all. It was that smile. My sister's smile was still on her face, but it was lifeless like her two dull eyes. 

I started to scream.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"

My eyes popped open. 

Even though I was awake, I was still screaming. When I finally stopped, I sat up, panting and sweating. I looked my unfamiliar surroundings. I was in my hospital room. What happened to the pink room? 'Oh wait, it was all a dream,' I thought.

I calmed down slightly and looked at the clock. It read 6:02 am. I laid down once more. But I was still terrified of what I had just seen. Traumatised, more like. 

That dream was most probably the result of what had occurred yesterday. I pulled my blanket closer as guilt and fear crept onto me. Guilt because I knew my actions of betraying my friend were the reason she pranked me in the most horrid way possible. Fear because all that pink had brought back unwanted memories.

I felt my pillow getting wet. Tears had begun flow out of my eyes unconsciously. I buried my face deeper into my pillow. Soft wails and sniffs escaped my mouth. It hurt. It really, really hurt. All those memories of my sister's dead body and betraying TJ and the pink room. It all hurt so much. I doubt that any amount of Danisnotonfire's adorable awkwardness and Tom Felton's acting will ever be able to cure me. 

A/N: I know, that first part is really gruesome.

..................Oh well.  Bye bye for now

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