**Sorry! I was supposed to update this chapter a looonng tine ago but it got deleted and messed up so i had to write it down again...this chapter was NOTHING like this new one. Eh, I think I like this one better :)**
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It could mean everything, everything to me!"~Sleeping With Sirens, If I'm James Dean, You're Audrey Hepburn
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It was only later on that night that I finally fell asleep, after lying awake for hours and wondering about how my life was formed, changing and shaping up.
It was a sleep filled with haunting dreams that came from Hell itself.
Well I am a demon.
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The night was cool and, unlike my usual dreams, it was noisy and crowded. Filled with bodies of laughing, joyful, amused and distracted humans.
I don't understand where I was. You can only dream up a person, or a place, only if you've ever been there before or seen it before. And I sure haven't been to this place...
There were lights everywhere. Noise filled the place like water filling a bucket or a glass. There were throngs of people enjoying themselves and a little boy in a corner crying because he fell on his knees. His mother was consoling him, so there was no need for me to go to him and help him. Yet my...tiny feet which were clad in black sandals walked towards him.
Wait what?
I looked down at myself and suddenly realized how close to the ground I was. I gazed down at my arms (which had shrunk considerably and were skinny and frail as twigs) like I was examining myself. Apparently I was now wearing a t-shirt that had a punk-rock band (which I enjoyed too) logo on it and jeans that fit me like a second skin. Clearly this wasn't my body.
And I felt sort of weird checking it out...
Instead of walking over to the boy (who was now up and laughing), I strolled to the side of a truck selling hotdogs. I peered into the shiny, reflective surface of the back doors and looked intently at 'myself'.
I was Anna.
Staring at myself--at Anna--I really got a good look at the little details of her. I noticed that she had little, faded freckles lining her noise, barely visible. I realized that she a a speck of red in her bright green eyes and that her longish and really dark brown hair had hints of red in it, like it was supposed to be auburn. She had slight dimples when she smiled and a faded, tiny mark, or birthmark, above her collar bone, at the base of her neck.
"Do you need something, miss?" I look up to see a pimply teenage guy smiling a little smugly down at me.
Ew.
I stare him directly in the eyes and then did something that sweet, innocent Anna probably wouldn't do in her whole life. I flicked him off while grinning and then walked away.
"Geez...I just asked a question..."
Walking away I was suddenly seized to a stop by Anna's shorty legs. I guess I didn't have all the control...
Abruptly, I started walking the opposite way that I wanted to go: the bathroom (I know, PERVERT!).
I started casually, and a bit hurriedly, walking over to the building that was probably that darkest building here. The creepy-ass fun house that had a giant clown face as the front side of the building.
You had to walk through his fricking mouth to get inside!
Nevertheless (and not feeling even slightly creeped out) I walked through his giant gaping mouth which was the doorway to the 'Haunted Funhouse of Doom!'.
There was a line of anticipating and a bit giddy (for the fright) passengers who wanted to get on the ride. So it was a roller-coster...?
Entering the the building but not getting into the line, I looked around as if I was searching for someone and then...then I felt like my heart had seized up or it was in the tight grip of the guy I was now looking at.
Me.
I stood there, like a shadow, in a corner of the building, waiting for something or someone. Anna's body started to act weird. Her legs started to feel...wobbly and unstable. Her eyes started to look around everywhere, occasionally coming to a stop at my serious, tense and half shadowed face. I was staring right at her.
She looked at a blank wall, then at me, and when she saw that I was staring back at her, she quickly turned away and stared at the back of a blonde woman's head blankly.
Wow I made her nervous.
I remember this moment. It was long back, before Anna was my devilish, hellish mission and I never knew her. I remember staring at her because I knew and clearly felt her nervousness towards me. She made it somewhat obvious--especially to me, a demon, who picked up on pretty much every little detail of whom he talked to for even only just a few minutes.
I remember her emotions made me feel...smug and...arrogant and cocky. I had Ben contemplated wether to go up to her and wink.
Anna looked up again, at me, and then we saw a man approach the other me. Starlight.
What the hell were we even doing at a frickin' carnival?
And then I remember that too.
We had come because there had apparently been some demon who had screwed with a little kid's mind and now that kid was fucked in the head. So we had to fix it.
Anna's stomach felt like it was doing some crazy backflips and he heart felt constricted and fluttery all at the same time. The other me kept his gaze on Anna the whole time while Starlight spoke intently with him. He nodded his head and then walked away behind Starlight, all the while keeping a curious, mischievous eye on heart fluttering, stomach squeezing, wobbly leg Anna.
I guess Anna had a crush on me.
And she didn't even remember this day because I remember stealing it from her.
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