A girl.Infinite girls.
A lost of her friends in a universe cause a disaster in the other.
It is 2047,London. A girl by the name of Claire Lindersons gets trapped in a infinite world of nightmares.
A gift by the gods perhaps.Warning her of what will...
The dark and menacing silhouette which quietly stood behind Claire's (deceased) friends somehow or rather beamed.
Standing near the figure felt quiet.
A little too quiet.
So quiet that Claire can almost feel an aura wrapping around her. An aura that whispered to her,making her lose her sanity every second.
Tick.Tock.
Claire should have been at a lost of words at this point.
She was.Only because she tried her best to keep her inner turmoil from churning so much that she explodes.
She didn't dare.
She looked at the monster before her eyes. Why did you do this?Why? But she realised she couldn't speak,her mouth, like her rest of the body was frozen in sheer shock.
Right before her stood someone who was around the same height as her. An impressive 1.7 metres.
She sported a black mask and an equally eerie dark cloak.Even though Claire couldn't see his/her face,she knew in her guts,that monster was smiling like a Cheshire cat. The person was a misfit of sorts, they definitely didn't belong in the scene (or as thought by Claire).
She could feel the aura forming a impermeable border between herself and the outside world.
She couldn't handle the emotions surging through her.
"No."
"This just can't be"
"This is not true."Claire hollered. "This is just another sick joke right?Guys?"
She was replied with an impenetrable silence.As much as she knew she had little to no luck in the statement, she tried her best to think otherwise.
Silence.At this point,it was easily perfumed into the air and inhaling it was the worst part for Claire but posed as no challenge to the devil in front of her.
"Oh Lord save me..."
And so he did.
Claire jolted out of her deep reverie, all thanks to her (very annoying) alarm clock.
She looked around her room with the intensified palpitation of her heart and a splitting headache.
Despite the admittedly gigantic capacity of her room, Claire perceived it as quite the opposite.
A jammed packed and clustered room that was only just enough to swallow her up whole appeared in eyes' reach instead.Afterall,she had a horrible pain vibrating incessantly in her head.
She tried to shake off the dreadful memories of her dreams. It wasn't hard at all(in most cases that is)but this dream was a wild exception for Claire. The mundane five minutes rule never applied in her favour.
Maybe this dream was just too much of a vigorous workout for the mind? It might have been.No,it must have been.
She could not deny the fear crawling up her whole body,but she clearly couldn't help the feeling.
Then she must deal with it for the rest of the day then.
That's what Claire had in mind. Little did she know this 'dream' is just preparing it's monstrous transformation of turning into anyone's worse nightmare.
"Honey.Down.Now!"My mother's routinely calm self chirped in a tone as sharp as any nightingale.
"What's the hurry?"
I struggled not to collapse under my weak frame.Adding on the fact that I still have my hand in a twirl.
I removed by limbs from my bed, which was as neat as the package it came in the night before,only that I have messed everything up.
Easily judging by my blanket kicked out of its abode,my bolster turning into my not-so-comfy foot rest,last but no least, my pillow tugged tightly onto my chest.
"Gosh"
It would easily be more than a little work to reverse my bed from being in disrepair back into a 'sleepable' environment.
Standing up,I tried my best not to stumble and fall. She knew a broke ankle would serve as a death sentence during her National Academic and Physical Fitness Awards (or simply NAPFA).
The image before her eyes were still spinning as bad as a (terrible,safety- under-qualified) rollercoaster.
She trudged down the stairs in a languid manner,her hand scraping on the stair's wooden railings.
"What is it Mom?"
Mom looked extra terrified,her fingers frantically gesticulating towards the flashing telly.
She peeked a look and her body froze.
No words were further embedded in the situation,she could almost feel the dead air flooding into the room.
This just can't be.
Daniel.Sophie.Miranda.Clarkson. Each and everyone of them dead on the floor. Blood spewing out of their insides. Fountains and gallons painting the concrete a shimmering crimson. Scars, hues,cuts - whatever should be present in a murder scene was present.
"You said you wanted to watch the show didn't you,Claire?"
Mom's words cut of her pummeling thoughts that were draining my brain juice.
What? Is she serious?Claire thought.
She looked at her.She wasn't trembling, wasn't frantic,she sat down on the couch like any other day.
"Mom!They are my friends!"
There was no response. The once gorgeous face of my mother mutated into a wrenching mask.
"Claire, Claire, Claire.You are too naive. Do you think that you could of escape my grasp.I ensure you I have a safe pair of hands..."
She looked at the creature. Reaching out to his hips.
(What are they doing?!)
Surprised,Claire jumps back. Jolting out of her tiny little thinking space. The man was a murderer.
8 hands came falling out of his body.
••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Author's notes: Dear Alyssa in case you didn't find it. The book cover is this:
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