Copyright © 2014
Casa_Bianca
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, some locations and occurrence ate part of the author's weird and fictional imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, places, persons, dead or alive, is just a huge coincidence.
ALL RIGHT RESERVED. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems without permission in writing from the author or publisher, except by a reviewer, who may quote brief passages in a review.
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Prologue
I was dismissed from class earlier, due to catching a flu. On the way, I bought some medicines from the school clinic.
I stepped inside, taking my shoes off at the side of the door. I stepped in to see a clear view of our small room. Yes, our small room. Who could be my roommate, you ask?
Well, she is none other than the famous Lindsay Freeman, the prettiest girl in school and also a model. She's always quiet, mysterious too. From what I heard, she'll be having a photo shoot today meaning she wasn't at any of the lectures.
Catching a glimpse of clothing on the her bed, I suspected that she was still here. But, what was with the clothing was what surprised me.
A wig?!
Oh my, don't tell me she has cancer?
I heard a voice from the bathroom so I followed my instinct and checked out for who it was, after carefully throwing my bag on my bed. The door was locked so I decided on eavesdropping.
"I'll be there in a jiffy, I swear...How many times do I have to tell you that she arrives at a later time?...Yeah, yeah. I'll just get dressed and I'll be there...thanks Park, bye." My eyes widened at the realization. That was a male's voice. I didn't know Lindsay brought boys home while I wasn't around, I never knew she would be sneaking. I thought she had a photo shoot today?
Seconds later, the door bust open, making me stumble a bit. Before looking up, I ranted out my sorry. "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to eavesdrop on you and your boyfriend. I mean, this wasn't really you. And I don't usually go home this early so I don't know what you usually do here. Please forgive me Lind-" I didn't dare to finish my sentence while I came in contact with an opposite gendered being with familiar blue eyes.
I looked behind him and studied the room and then landed my gaze back to the cellphone in hand, familiar eyed, towel covered, opposite gendered human being in front of me. His expression copied mine, full of shock and confusion.
"Where's Lindsay?" I asked the man warily. His body tensed and pressed his lips in a thin straight line.
"What are you doing here?" He asked in all puzzlement, keeping his voice with a loud whisper.
I raised a brow at him in disbelief. "What are you doing here?" I shot back. "First of all, I asked you a question, where's Lindsay? Who are you?"
His face changed into anxiousness, having this constipated look on. I could notice the sweat forming on the sides of his temples. His gaze tracked down to the clothes on the bed, making me do the same.
Then, realization hit me.
"Oh my God. You're one if those hair addicts who uses real girls for their creation. You...you killed Lindsay? Don't move, I am calling the cops." I said and felt for my phone in my pockets. It wasn't there.
"Are you for real?" He asked with a hint of amusement in his voice. He took a step closer, making me move a step back.
"You killed Lindsay and cut her head to make a wig? How sick are you? Where did you hide her body? I am calling the cops right now. Do not even dare take a step further." I threatened, my back hitting the wall, looking at my bag on the bed. My phone has to be there. It has to.
"God, you are serious." He muttered with a sigh. "Look, listen. I-" Before he could even finish his explanation, I ran to my bed.
I fumbled for my phone and took it out. I quickly dialed 911 and attached it to my ear. I laid down on my bed, covering myself with a pillow.
I turned around and a screech emerged from my mouth once my phone was snatched from me.
"AHHHH! I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE. I STILL WANT TO FINISH HIGH-SHOOL AND GO TO COLLEGE AND ENTER A NICE JOB. I STILL WANT TO EXPERIENCE A BOYFRIEND AND GET MARRIED AND HAVE GORGEOUS KIDS. I THOUGHT I'D STILL BE ABLE TO SAY GOODBYE TO MY LOVED ONES ON MY DEATH BED. I HAVEN'T EVEN SAID GOODBYE TO MOM, DAD AND MY FRIENDS YET. I STILL WANT TO TRY MY FIRST-"
I was suddenly cut off. "WILL YOU SHUT THE HELL UP?!" He yelled.
"Look, Lena, hear me out?"
"Why should I? You're going to kill me anyway. You're even a STALKER! How do you even know my name? Wait, did you track me down here so you could kill me? My hair isn't even that beautiful. It's so dull, I haven't even shampooed it this morning. Why would you even choose me? There are so many girls out there. But, hey, I'm not encouraging you to kill other pretty haired girls out there."
"Lena, I'm not-"
"I mean, I never thought I would die like this. I thought I'd get to meet Death and get all sexually frustrated when he's around cause he'll me my BFF even though he'll try to kill me. Wait a second, are you Death? I thought he was hot. But, that doesn't mean you aren't hot cause you are super hot. I just thought you would be having these cool tattoos be all tall and you'd be wearing this giant black cloak that has a hoodie and all so I couldn't see your face. Wait, are you in a body of another being? I mean, you chose good cause this one is hot. I could totally-" Then, a cold hand covered my mouth.
"I am not a killer nor Death, clear? Gosh, you're like a dish of annoyance spiced with ignorance." He muttered and growled before letting of of my mouth.
I sat up, clutching my pillow to my chest. "Well, if you aren't him, who are you? And...where's Lindsay? Please don't kill me."
"Ugh! You're so naïve and ignorant." He face palmed and faced me again. His eyes darted to Lindsay's bed, lingering on the mysterious wig.
For the third time, I realized something.
"You're...Are you...This can't.." Were the words that my mouth managed to make.
He rubbed the back of his neck and he shifted his body uncomfortably. "Yes. I'm Lindsay."
(Haha! Big spoiler!)
I stood up. "If you're...then, then that...but why...how...no, impossible."
"Better believe it hon, it is possible."
I nodded without thinking, keeping my gaze on the wig on Lindsay's bed. I patted his shoulder without think and giggled when I remembered I was sick. I felt throbbing on my head and blurted, "I'm...I'm just gonna...take...a nap...on the floor." before darkness took over me.
