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Today is the day.
Today, my father begins excavating the basement of the Museum. I have to go with him.
I'm in my room, pink walls and white lace curtains. My closet door is open, and I'm digging through, looking for my blue tie. And thinking;
I hate basements.
HATE.
With all capital letters HATE.
Ever since mother died, and Father began taking me along with him to his jobs. There was this one- this basement, filled with dead things. I had a meltdown in there. Father had to carry me out. And then i got whipped. That day has forever remained in my mind.
"Jade!" He calls. I must answer. "Yes, Father?" I lace the blue tie around my neck. He peeks his head in my room. "Time to go, dear." He smiles. I smile back. "I'll be down in a minute." He nods, and leaves me alone.
I take a deep breath, pick up my leather briefcase, and head out the door to impending doom.
Adrien~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.
I gelled my hair today. It just flopped, though. I don't know why it does that, it's like it's stuck in one style forever and ever. I'm excited. One of the details Jade whispered in my ear while we were dancing sticks in my mind; her father bought this building. And he's tearing it down. But she's trying to save it; She likes it because I'm here. I hum, and look at myself in the broken glass mirror I found. I look like the walking dead. But good, like a hot zombie. Or a phantom. Oh well.
I hear a carriage. I look out the small window in the room.
Jade.
I leap past statues, greek depictions of gods, roman armor, and ancient egyptian mummies. The grand foyer is dark. They haven't come in yet.
I wait.
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Dark Imaginations
Fantasy"The Darkness was his namesake." Adrian lives in an old museum. He's alone, in the dark. This is his story. Cover by: RadicalCyborgDude
