Little Miss Heart Stealer

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I am back!!!! I am sorry for not updating in a while, but now that school's out, I can work on the story and get an acceptable chapter out. I finally have ideas, and with the new ideas comes new music. Say hello my writing while listening to sleeping with sirens!

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Everyone turned to look at me. Apparently, when you suddenly fall out of your seat and scream, everyone thinks you just saw a ghost. I tried to look at everyone, but all I could see was a glitchy, dark cloud covering every part of their faces, except for their cruel smiles. They were laughing at me. Abigail, Tom, and even the therapist person was laughing, like I was a clown who just said something funny. I blinked, and the cloud was gone. Their faces were back to normal, looking like they were actually concerned. Silly humans.

The therapist called a nurse because of my "weird and scary behavior", and turned to look at me in a scared smile. I stood up and laughed, clutching my face in my hands, hair everywhere in a uncaring look. I signed in a slow manner, "Don't give me that look, I am not a god damn monster." A thousand thoughts crossed my mind, all of them seeing his corpse on the ground, various cuts on every single part of him. Some had his arms missing, others his eyes.

"Don't give me that look, or I'll have to rip your fucking eyes out," I signed again. Right before I was about to launch on him, a nurse came in, put a needle in my neck, and I passed out. I laughed right until I fell asleep. I awoke to what I call, the time out room. Jazmine filled me in on what happened, and I was obviously pissed. She got me locked up in the time out room with a straitjacket, who wouldn't be pissed off? Not Jazmine. I stood up, my legs still shaking from whatever they put into us, and walked around the room. It was like those stereotypical rooms you see in the movies, the padded walls, the white everything, and I could not find the door. Where is the door. WHERE IS THE MOTHERFUCKING DOOR??? I began to laugh, trying to keep the bitch in so that I would not have to get a shot again, and just barely proceeded. I went back to the corner, and put my face in my knees.

After a while, I decided I would be able to keep myself calm. That was a huge mistake. The walls had blood streaming down them like a waterfall, dozens of people were hanging from the ceiling, some from regular rope, and some from intestines and barbed wire. Their eyes were rolled back into their skulls, at least those who still had them, and their mouths were opened in a permanent jaw drop. There were those on the ground with limbs cut off, stomachs ripped out, brain matter on the walls. The worst part, though, was that there was one right beside me, his blood on my hands, and his intestines clamped around my neck, squeezing the breath out of my lungs. I blinked, and everything returned to normal, except I could feel a bruise going all around my neck. I was trying to get my breath back, and barely succeeded. I noticed the clock all the way up on the top of the ceiling, and it said 12:56 pm. I decided to get some sleep to get my mind off of the horrors, said a small prayer to Luna, and willed the shadows to envelope and watch over me. I dreamt of nothing at all.

Morning came, and a nurse came in and took me out to the common room where everyone else was playing games or sitting. One girl was sitting in a corner crying, and that made us laugh. That nurse is not nice at all. She undid my jacket, and I immediately began to look for Abigail. I was eventually able to find her, and she got a humongous grin on her face. I sat down next to her, and she told me we were going to practice some healing magick.

"Put two fingers on any cut and say 'I have been hurt, but not for long, I will the skin to heal, this is my will so may it be'." Obviously, we can't cut ourselves and try it, they'd think we were crazy, and we can't have that now, can we?

We spent the entire commons time practicing magick, even getting into shadow working. (