diary of a living dead girl

trying to heal

A sound broke out in the quiet house. Blaring louder then the sound of frantic feet on the wood floor. A pale hand rushed to the maroon bed. Grabbing the source. A mobile phone that vibrated with the sound of the ring tone. The woman hit the accept button, placing the object between her shoulder and her ear. She hopped into the brown skirt as she greeted the caller. "Hello" she asked frantically. "Hey you picked up this time. Uh It's just second period and we were wondering if you were coming to school today. We told the director your doing your lines solo again. Um he's getting kind of mad about that excuse" a timid voice spoke to her. The woman ran across her room, grabbing her brown jacket off her rack. "Ya I know I over slept then got absorbed in doing assignments. I'll be there in an hour. Thanks for covering for me, again you guys are the best" she smiled at the space. 

"O-Oh thank you. Uh huh oh Bertha said she'll go get your usual from the coffee shop" the other woman told. The goth tilted her head back as she sighed in relief. "Oh Satan thank you. I apricate you guys so much. I'll see you soon" she hung up. Shoving her phone in her breast pocket. She grabbed her stuffed Michael Myers back pack. Throwing it on her back as she ran out of her room. Dashing down the stairs she went to fly out the front door. "Ah Lydia" Delia's voice called out form her living room. "Can't talk running late" she told back, slipping on her shoes. "It's important" the red head said, sounding oddly worried. "Ya so is this course, you've both made it super clear its more important then me. Can't argue gotta go" she spoke loudly, running out the door and grabbing her bike. She hopped on, using the hill for momentum. 

Ignoring the pain in her side as she peddled through the town. Heading straight for her university/ collage. She shoved her wheel into the bike rack then took her lock out of her basket. Locking it the the metal then running off to the door. She rushed in, barely dodging some people exiting. She made her way through the crowded halls. Noticing two woman sitting in the eating area of the building. She walked faster, taking off her back pack as she slid into a seat beside them. "Hey" she greeted, breathlessly. The tall brunette slid over her coffee. "Gosh Lydia you look just awful" she spoke with an uneven voice that cracked on certain words. The goth grabbed her coffee popping off the lid then taking big gulps of it. "Ah gee thanks Bertha love hearing how awful I look, how absolutely frightening like the living dead" she raised her brows, speaking sarcastically. 

"But Liv you do love being called the living dead" the small girl across from them told. Pushing her glasses up her nose. Lydia smiled devilishly. Moving to take another sip of her coffee. "Like move" a sickeningly sweet voice told. Standing at the end of the table was a blond woman, wearing the same brown uniform as the rest. She waved her hand, gesturing for the tall girls to move down. Bertha and Lydia moved down a chair. The woman flipped her hair, sitting down where her enemy just was. A man sat down across from them, settling beside Prudence. He smiled his perfect even grin at the girls. "So running away from like practice again. Like come on. No ones seen you since like spring break" the tan woman spoke. 

"Aw did you miss me Claire" the goth smirked as she looked over at the other. The woman's jaw dropped. "Ah as if it's been like a dream" the girl waved her off. "Uhuh and that's why you didn't go searching for me or sit at my table or talked to me first. Ya you missed me" she chuckled, watching the woman pout in anger. Her amusement stopped abruptly when she felt something touch her leg. Her eyes opened wide as she slowly turned her head. Looking across the table. The blond man smirked and it was to straight to be evil. But she felt a clothed foot run over her knee then dip in between her thighs. She jumped back, standing up and knocking her chair back. "Lydia" her friends called out. "Like what's your problem spazz" Lydia shook in her stands, looking over at the man that still smiled at her. 

She quickly reached down and grabbed her bag, throwing it on her back she dashed away. Looking down at the ground. Every little think making her jump. Noises, people she didn't know were there. She began breathing heavily, having a hard time breathing. She shoved herself into the door of the woman's bathroom. Charging inside the empty room, she dropped her bag to the floor. Standing in front of the mirror and turning on the water. She cupped her hands under the water then splashed her face a couple times. Moving to grip the sinks edge. She looked up at her terrified face. "Whats wrong with you" she asked herself. "Why did you run, why are you panicking. Normally you'd bite back. You'd trap his foot in your thighs and twist so fast and hard his ankle snapped" she glared at her reflection. Watching as her face softened, returning to the scared expression. She looked down at the running water. "What's wrong, what happened to your bite" she asked herself. Tears filling her eyes. She closed them to stop from crying.