Station 53

Horrors

This chapter has NOT been edited.

[WARNING] There are mentions of drugs and death/suicide in this chapter, so please continue with caution.

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I stared at the red dress clinging to my body in the mirror and I couldn't help but feel like something was going to go terribly wrong today. I mean, I'm not the superstitious type but my hatred for dresses didn't simply stem from the fact that I'm more of the tomboy type than the girly girl type. In fact, it was purely off of the fact that in all of my memories in dresses, something bad always happened. 

Like the time when I was three years old, my mother had bought me a cute pink dress for my birthday party and then my birthday party ended in flames. Literally. My father had burns all up his arm but fortunately it wasn't anything serious. He didn't die or anything from it, he just suffered severe burns. 

The second time I ever remember wearing a dress, it was a nice spring day and it was for my first date with my first almost-boyfriend. My nice spring date was interrupted by some nice police officers handcuffing my date and telling him he was under arrest for the possession of illegal drugs. Apparently he was a smuggler who was looking for young girls to get him to extort his drugs overseas. I guess I should have at least felt suspicious since the first thing he asked me was if I knew anyone who sold drugs and the second question was whether or not I was interested in travelling the world.

The third and final time I ever wore a dress, it was for a mother and daughter's day out. I waited hours at the destination I was supposed to meet her before finally having enough and leaving for home. The night ended with me coming home to my mother unconscious on the ground and with blood dripping down from her arms. 

It wasn't like I had a good day every other day, but all the extremely bad incidents happened to be on days I wore a dress. Since then, dresses became a symbol of bad luck and horror for me and I hated them. 

So as I stared at my appearance in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel worried. Deciding I should probably behave like a normal human being for once, I shook my head to clear it from all the thoughts and with a sigh, I left to find Daniel. 

"Is this sexy enough for you?" I asked as I walked towards him in the red dress he had picked out for me.

He looked me up and down with a smirk on his face. He suddenly looked like he remembered something and the smirk dropped right off his handsome face. 

"Unfortunately there's a small change in plans," Daniel replied with a disappointed look on his face as he continued to look me up and down. "You'll have to wear this instead." 

He pointed to a white beach dress. I felt happy for half a second before realising that I would be changing into another dress.  

"Although, I would have to request a rain check on this one," he said as he blatantly checked me out once again. 

"Are we going to the beach?" I changed the subject. 

"My cousin is having an event happening today for him and we have to attend. If you miss a single family event, the rest of the family will hold a grudge against you for all of eternity."

"You have cousins?"

"Around fifty," he said matter-of-factly.

I laughed since I thought he was joking but as I soon came to find out, he was not. I had the pleasure of finding out that Daniel's father had a total of nine siblings, all of with multiple kids each.