70 Days Of Summer

Day 44

" who is she?" I ask limply. He can't have moved on. He couldn't have.
He just smirks at me and wraps his arm around the tall figure. I can't see her features properly because it's dark and my eyesight is hazy, but, I can see Berun very clearly.
" who is she?" I repeat again, a tear dripping down my cheek.
" wouldn't you like to know," he says creepily, and plants a kiss on her lips. The kiss never ends but I feel my breath quickening. And not in a good way. I'm taking quick gasps, trying to keep alive, but they don't notice and just keep kissing. I drop to my knees, the number of gasps slowing down. I flop on my side, and I'm about to exhale my last gasp, but a pair of soft lips attach themselves to mine. My eyes open wide, and my breath returns to better than normal. Lord Maximilian is crouching down in front of me; his fingers stroking my chin.
" you saved me," I whisper.
He chuckles and whispers,
" welcome to clara land."
I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, but he moves aside and reveals a world full of-me! All my favorite things, and foods! I grip on his sky blue Armani tuxedo, and pull myself up, but I can't stop tittering. I stare downwards and gasp in shock! I'm wearing the $1000 pair of Cinderella glass slippers I saw in a store window when I was 6, and I have been saving up for since. I'm wearing a beautiful strapless, slinky, sparkly blue gown, with a crystal made handbag, and my hair in a bun with lots of makeup smothered on my face. I let go of his suit, and just run freely. I take a ride on the Ferris wheel, where I find all of my friends, but I notice that paige isn't there. I shove that thought aside by biting into a butter covered corn on the cob while trying to get the ring around a bottle. I'm about to run into my dream mall, when I notice a jail right next to it. Huh? Jails are not part of my favorite places. I walk slowly towards it, and enter. I nearly faint at the large cell in front of me that's homing a very shaken Berun. Oh my god! His teeth are bared, his damp hair stuck on his forehead, and he is shaking with anger. I glance around and find smaller cells with sleeping people who I hate such as Monique, Serena, etc.
I stare back at Berun who is slowly walking towards me. A jolt of fear runs through my body, and I don't know why I'm scared. He's behind bars. He can't get me - right? I start to step backwards but my back slams against a dusty, grey cement wall. I swivel my head from side to side but I can't find the door. Where is the door? There was a door! Where is it? Shit! Berun is pulling the Bars apart with the large biceps he suddenly grew. I pat my hands against the wall trying to find some sort of secret trap door or something but nada. He is stepping through the hole he made from pulling the bars, and coming closer. His hands are stretched out, ready to strangle me, but a pair of hands slide around my waist instead. I scream in terror and turn around to find lord Maximilian behind me. I take a humongous sigh of relief and turn back around to find 2 fat henchmen dragging Berun away, and all the other prisoners are awake and screaming at the guards.
" let's go," lord Maximilian says softly, and plans a kiss on my lips. We run off, our fingers entwined, and enter the mall. There turns out to be only one store, but my breath gets caught when I notice the marvelous dress standing on display. A beautiful lime green, halter neck, elongated gown, made of over 5000 emeralds, and pure silk.
" try it on," lord Maximilian murmurs.
I nod, and glide towards the dress. Out of nowhere, a calm looking, Hispanic woman appears in front of me; a smile spread across her chubby face.
" would you like to try?" She croaks in a Native American accent.
I nod silently, and her delicate yet wrinkled fingers picks up the dress and leads me towards a grand, gold colored changing room.
" thank you," I mutter before she bows and walks off.
I'm about to slip off my dress, but there is nothing there. I look downwards to find a naked me. What? When did this happen? I look to the side and breathe a sigh of relief when I find my blue dress hanging. It must've taken itself off. How? I don't know, but I do know and I do find it creepy that the lime green emerald dress is sliding up my body and slipping my arms through the holes. The soft, silkiness of the dress massages my skin, and I collapse, into a deep sleep, and.....and.....and......