Thirty One Days

Homecoming

"I'd like to do a red matte for my nails," Chelsea told the women at the nail salon, "Long, please,"
"Alright," The woman took a red nail polish from the shelf then turned towards me as she handed the polish to someone else, "You?"
"I'd like to do gold, and short please." I smiled, the feeling of it being like old times was refreshing, something I felt like I definitely needed.
The woman took Chelsea and I to two seats and started our nails, we laughed and gossiped as she filled me in on all the details. I found as long as I stayed locked onto Chelsea's eyes less things bothered me.
After nails, we headed to a hair salon down the street where Chelsea's sister worked. Chelsea got a elegant up do and I opted for a half up half down. Here I had to keep my eyes close, mirrors were a big no, as well as the artificial lights that buzzed my head into a headache. Which Chelsea understood, and dropped the subject when I told her.
As we pulled into my driveway I helped Chelsea bring her items in, we had decided to get ready at my house due to having a bathroom connected to my bedroom.
Throwing her stuff onto my bed, Chelsea let a sigh out, "Such a long day, I need a coffee," She glanced over at me, "What about you?"
"Uh, maybe a small cup," I said as I pulled my heels out of my closet, being careful of my dress hanging on the door.
"I'll make them, you set up the make up," She smiled as she headed downstairs. Returning moments later, after I finished setting up the new make up that I had bought, she placed a coffee cup on my desk.
Peaking her head into the bathroom, where I had set up the make up she poked me, "Coffee here,"
"Thanks," I left the bathroom and took a big sip of the coffee, I haven't slept at all last night due to a mixture of excitement and fright. What if Doctor Williamson doesn't believe Istvan and I are actually Viven Mortua? What if he doesn't help us? Where would be go after that? Who would we turn too?
"Are you okay? You've been off all day, quiet," Chelsea asked as she sat sipping her coffee, and trying not to ruin her make up.
"Yeah, just worn out," I admitted, Chelsea looked over at me and smiled at me then raised her coffee cup.
"Here's to you,"

After finishing, mom and dad had us take pictures in the backyard, in the garden. Chelsea wore a off the shoulder golden dress, which looked awesome against her red heels and nails. Not to mention the assortment of jewelry she had thrown on for tonight. Her smile was so confident and I felt like I was in her shadow rather than being next to her in the photo.
My dress was a white and fitted with a halter top, instead of being as bold as Chelsea, I wore a pair of gold heels with only a necklace to match.

The hall that the school rented was wonderfully decorated once you got into the main room. The entrance hall walls were decorated with golden and silver stars hanging from the ceiling, threw out the hall. To the left of the door was a large area that was filled with a life size cutout crescent moon that had a star dangling from the top, and was surrounded with balloon clouds. Directly in front of us was a sign that said "Dancing Among the Stars" written in silver on a black back ground. To the right was a table, covered in speckled black table cloth, with a "sign in" sign.
After signing in, and saying hello to an old teacher, Chelsea and I entered the main hall homecoming.
The ceiling on the main room held dangling, twinkling string lights. Everywhere they could place an archway, there was one, made of silver or gold stars pieces together. As we approached a table near the dance floor, I could see that the DJ's station was covered in balloon clouds, as well as some parts of the ceiling.
The tables were clothed in black and on top held a fake candles, mixed pieces of silver and gold stars, and a few cotton ball clouds. The chairs were covered neatly with a black cloth to match.
Everything wrinkled and sparkled, I was glad that I decided to pack my medicine. However, everything went surprisingly well. Chelsea and I danced, more old friends screamed when they saw me, lots of pictures were taken and before I knew it everyone was being asked to be seated.
By this time Chelsea and I had already been seated eating some chocolate dipped fruit and punch, which I couldn't look at due to the red color.
"Good evening, I hope everyone is having a wonderful starlight night!" Principle Smith said over the crowd, "We all know what time it is, time to crown the prom king and queen!" Everyone cheered and I vaguely wondered who it would be? I had won last year, for some odd reason, and Jameson, who sat two tables over to the left. He had walked up to me when Chelsea and I first got here, and asked me to save him a dance.
"As everyone knows, you must be present to win and receive the crown, and there is not recounting of votes." Principle Smith droned on the rest of the rules until it seemed like everyone had fallen asleep. "Without further a do, would Chelsea Adams and Roscoe Wolfgang please come and claim your crowns!" Everyone began cheering again.
However, Chelsea just sat there staring into the crowd and I had to snap her back to reality before she moved. The King, dark hair and definitely six foot, stood waiting for her in the center, where they were crowned together. And what kind of friend would I be if I didn't snap a hundred photos.
As I stood in the crowd, taking photos a text message popped up on my screen. It was from Istvan, 'Need you to call me, asap' My heart skipped a beat.
I tried headed out of the hall Principle Smith said something else, when I turned around to see the ceiling opened and tiny stars fell. But they didn't feel like stars.
All around me, the glittering gold and silver pieces, sliced through everyone's skin. Blood began for spill into the floor, which had began to accumulate the sharpened stars.
The cheers of joy turned into screams of terror, people began pulling in their loose skin making it much worse. Blood stained everything around me, turned all dresses red and heavy. I tried to moved away.
I had too.
But it seemed hopeless, everyone was moving around so tightly that my dress became stained as people grabbed onto me. I couldn't understand what I was seeing, what was going on around me, the amount of pain and blood that was not in front of me.
Falling to the floor I noticed that my phone had fallen and began to ring, it was Istvan. If I could talk to him, then I'd be alright. I reached for it, hand being sliced against the sharpens decorations and bit in a scream. As I answered it a group of girls walked up to me, their faces shredded with slices of skin hanging down, eye balls and teeth were missing. One girl, who was perfectly intact, had at least a dozen of the stars impaled  into her head.
One of them said something to me, a tongue came flying out towards me, still wet. As I watched it squirm, I realized I couldn't hold it in anymore. I let it a scream, and then dozens of bloody, sliced, unrecognizable faces turned towards me.
Blood had began to pool on the dance floor, burning my feet. Staining my skin. Trying to shuffle away I gained scraps and scratches against the golden and silver stars that were not saturated in blood.
My heart was beating so fast, tears had began to pour down my face, and my body was over taken by trembles.
But before I knew it, I had backed up so far and so fast that I hit my head on something sharp. The last thing I remember is hearing Istvan's voice, from the phone that I somehow managed to grab ahold of again, tell me that he was in his way.
Then, darkness.