diary of a living dead girl

cravings.

Lydia wakes up to the sun shining in her face, bright and powerful. She groans at the invasive light, turning to hide her head in her pillow. She reached out to her end table, directionless. Grabbing her Phone she turned her head. She opened her eyes just barely and stared at the time. It took a moment to register what she was seeing. But when she saw the time her eyes shot open. "Shit" she flopped out of bed, leaving a mess of blanket and sheets. Quickly she tore off her pajama bottoms and threw on her skirt. Ignoring her top she put on white shirt and threw on her jacket. She grabbed her slasher back pack and dashed down the hall. Forgetting her tie and socks. She flew down the stairs in her speed, basically jumping out the door as she threw on her shoes. 

Despite her speed and boycott of her morning routine, she still came into her first period class late. Luckily teachers didn't care as long as you were quite. Lydia stepped in, crouching down as the teacher gave a lecture. Unaffected by the girls presence. A few students looked at her as she walked to an empty desk, but that was mostly due to her crouching then anything. She sat down and placed her beg on the table. She tried her best to quietly take out her laptop. Inserting her head phones in the jack before turning it on just incase she left something playing. Typing in her password so her screen unlocked to a picture of her 18th birthday. With her and her friends Prudence and Bertha on either side of her as she stood in the center. A large cake in front of them, the only light source in the picture. So you could just barely see her dad and step mom. If you squinted enough you could even make out the shape of her spectral parents Adam and Barbara. She smiled at the photo, like she always did then opened up her google docs tab she always kept open. 

Settling a pace of typing while the teacher went over contents in the text book. Explaining the fundamentals and so forth. Lydia's sight started to blur, barely being able to focus on what she was writing or what the teacher was saying. Her head felt heavy as it bounced up and down slowly. Like the weight of it was to much for her to keep up. She threw her head back a little to far during the struggle she was having. Sending her body leaning against the back of her chair rather then hunched over her desk. The sound of the teacher drowning out in an odd darkness. 

But she didn't think about why it was so dark all of a sudden. Before herself she was looking out at a ball room. Filled with many people she knew and didn't. All dancing and wearing very old styled clothes. Even she was draped in a red dress with black roses on the bottom. She couldn't tell if she had sleeves or not, just that it was red and it made her stand out in the dull colored room. She was the only one not dancing, while everyone else had a partner she did not. Lydia turned away from the room and looked out a dark door way. In the distance she saw nothing but black trees, tangled together. Hearing an odd rattle sound she looked down at the base of the trees. Only to see a flash of stripes before they vanished into the trees. 

Without a second thought she pulled up her dress and left the party. She walked away from the warm, loud ball room and into the quite darkness. Stepping into the forest she saw the strips again, disappear into the dark. She huffed at the sound that fallowed. Slowly she stepped over roots and rocks, flowing the stripes and rattling. "What is this Kansas" she asked, noticing now that she had red shoes on. She rolled her eyes at the sight then tripped over a large root. She fell to the ground but didn't hit dirt. Nor did she land on her stomach. She fell back and hit cold tile and a metal chair. 

Lydia groaned as she opened her eyes, not noticing when she had fall asleep. The class was silent as they stared at her for interrupting. Clearing her throat to cover a pained groan, she got up and picked up her chair by the back. "Sorry muscle spasm" she told the class then sat back down in her seat. The teacher carried on like nothing happened, ignoring the chattered whispered that now carried through out the room. Lydia exhaled and lowered her shoulder. Looking at her screen she became annoyed. there was just a good few lines of 'C's. She shook her head, bringing her arm up to rest on the desk. So she could set her head in her hand. Erasing the lines she glanced at her reflection on the digital paper. Nothing but pale skin and sunken eyes, without her lipstick on she really looked stickily.