I'm lying on my side. My eyelids flutter. I can make out the contours of the chestnut trees wreathed in moonlight. Somewhere in the haze, a breath of wind carries his words for me. 'Drink, ballerina.'
I tilt my head back. A warm liquid splatters my lips. I half-open my mouth; big drops fall on my tongue. Then I swallow. My stomach turns over. I hit the ground on all fours and throw up all I can.
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She Danced under the Stars ✔
HorrorShe was a young dancer. I found her diary as I was exploring a cellar in an old building. She loved to dance on the rooftops at night with her best friend Lily. Some people say that she still does. According to the diary, everything spiralled out of...
