Red Dahlia

Chapter 11: The basement

I decided to update soon as I know how it feels when the writer just vanishes and the story is there unfinished.

Z on the side ❤

Qotd: Don't say nothing when it's something.
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If someone told me an hour ago that I was going to be locked in an Inn's basement, I would have found it amusing but let me tell you, being locked in a basement is not amusing. The only oxygen supply I have is through the top window.

So here I am sitting on the floor leaning on a shelf with tissue boxes surrounding me, rethinking life choices. The window was too tiny for my wide frame to fit in. So apparently, I had no escape.

I even tried to bang my fist on the door in order for someone to notice me. I even tried calling Z and Franny but the signals were very shitty.

As I was about to call Z again, I heard some clattering. I got up and held the baseball bat that was in the corner. I moved towards the source of the sound sneakily.

I felt chills rise up through my spine. I turned around and was met with a sight I wasn't expecting at all, a figure popped up and screamed boo.

To my and everyone's surprise, the figure was Dahlia. I took in her appearance. From her black gothic clothing with fishnets to her nose piercing and her blue hair.

Wait what?

My eyes widened as I realized she had dyed her hair again. And this time it was a dark blue shade. The one that would remind you of the deep ocean.

I wasn't startled by her, but was shocked to see her hair. She's probably gonna be bald by the time she is 25.

I snapped out of the daze as I focused on Dahlia who had just stopped laughing.

Our eyes met for a brief moment and she burst into a fit of laughter again.

Her laughter brightens my day, it gives out a hope to me, hope to live. It makes me realize that it's okay not be okay, but most importantly it makes me realize how much I have gotten attracted to her.

It's true, I've been thinking a lot about Dahlia lately. From her clothing to her physical and facial features.

"What? It was funny. You should've seen your face." Her majestic voice confirmed that it really was Dahlia.

"Y-your h-h-hair" I choked on my words

Consciously she reached her hand to touch her hair. Her face morphed into panic for a moment.

"What's wrong with my hair?" She squeaked.

"Nothing, just the fact that they are freaking BLUE now when they were green in the morning."

"Correction, pastel mint green. And what is wrong with blue hair?" She stated.

"I don't care whether they were mint green or dark green, to me it will stay green and I had just gotten used to it but no, you had to dye them again." I mumbled the last part but I was positive that she heard it.

"Yes, yes I did. It's my hair why do you even care?" She fired back.

"I-I" I took a deep breath dropping the matter. "Never mind" with that I continued to find my way out.

Busy trying to call Z or Franny or simply just shout for anyone, I almost smacked myself when it dawned upon me that Dahlia was here. I immediately turned towards her to find her looking through the shelves.

"How did you get here?" I raised a quizzical eyebrow.

"Wh-what do y-you m-mean?" She stuttered.