Beautiful Horrors

Chapter One

"Just because Rosa's my best friend does not mean you have an excuse to ask about her near dead boyfriend," Scott said as he walked into my room, scowling.

I snickered and dodged the triple A battery he threw at my head. Where he got it, I've no idea. How I was able to tell what type of battery it was as it was airborne, well, that's information I'm not willing to disclose yet.

I also noticed he used the term 'friend' very loosely.

"C'mon," I prodded, "don't try to tell me you're not curious too."

"I won't," he grunted, flopping down face first on my bed, "because I'm not."

I scoffed from my spread out position on my bean bag.

"But," he started, turning his head to face me.

I perked up. "Yes?"

"Due time, Nicci." Scott laughed at my pout. "Rosa wants me to accompany her to the hospital tomorrow." Insert dramatic gasp. "And I wouldn't mind sneaking you along."

I jumped up, shrieking, "Really!?"

"Yes, really."

He let out an "oof" when I jumped on top of him. (I would've been concerned about hurting him if not for the fact that I have little to no weight. On earth, anyway.) "Best brother ever!" I squealed.

"You and I both know we're not brothers." He peered up at me, and it was as if I was looking into one of my many mirrors. Sometimes it's hard to believe he isn't another hallucination, like Isaac seems to be.

"You alive up there," my relative (we're not sure how exactly we're related) teased.

"Wish I wasn't."

With a groan I rolled off of Scott. Knowing that he wouldn't see it, I let my veins run red for a moment. I held up my arm and watched as pure red travelled up my arms in the form of veins.

I have to do this for at least an hour daily. According to Isaac, who is also approaching death in a quick and painless manner, there's some type of poison in my bloodstream and I have to keep it from reaching my heart too quickly. We weren't able to figure out how it got there, but assumed it had to do with the situation surrounding his, mine, and Scott's births.

Usually, Isaac would make sure I did it every day and kept the poison away from my heart.

But he couldn't do that now.

Since he's in a coma.

Right.

My arm returned to normal and I let it fall flat on the bed, sighing.

"You okay?" Scott questioned, facing me. Our faces really had no right to look so similar.

Forcing down whatever dark thoughts threatened to rise to the surface, I smirked. "Aww, is Scottie concerned about me?"

He groaned and buried his face into the pastel pink comforter. "Fuck you," came the muffled complaint.

I cackled and let my eyes fall shut in temporary contentment.

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What's up fuckers? So this is my story Beautiful Horrors and honestly I have no idea where it's headed, but hey why not stick around?
The first chapter explains nothing but I swear there'll be actual content in the second.
-andtwisted