diary of a living dead girl

unstable

Everything was darkness. There was no light that could be seen. Just sensations leading to a conclusion. Painting a picture of what was going on by the way the goth was touched. She felt large cold hands on her body, grabbing at her and pulling her gently. reaching over her chest and cupping her breast in a pleasant way while the other caressed her hip. A cold wall behind her, letting her know someone was standing against her. She reached back to them, running her hand into the soft hair of the person. Hearing a deep gravely growl in her ear. The hand on her hip slid down lower and she gasped at the idea. Just barely feeling the large fingers rub her while their lips pressed to her neck. Opening and biting down on her as a finger slipped between her delicate lips. She moaned out, gripping the soft hair. 

A familiar tune rang out in the dark room. Shattering the darkness. The overly upbeat song that was suppose to be annoying and cheery. Played loud in the girls bedroom. With a groan Lydia dragged her hand across her soft sheets. Reaching over to her end table rather annoyed and tired. She threw her hand to hard, knocking the lamp over. She dropped her arm to the bed, groaning at what happened. She barely opened her eyes, yanking her phone from the charger. She glared at the object, turning her alarm off. She let her hand drop to the bed. Closing her eyes but knowing she can't go back to sleep. Exhaling rather harshly she moved to stretch. Popping her joints as she did so. Moving her legs to stretch out her hips, she felt the damp cloth around her. 

She blinked, opening her eyes and turning over lay on her side. She propped herself on her elbow. Looking down at her self as she moved the blanket off. Seeing a wet spot on her underwear she groaned. "What the fuck" she mumbled to herself. She ran a hand down her tired face. Now aware of how hot her body felt and why. She rolled her eyes, ignoring herself as she got up from her soft bed. Forcing herself up she walked to her floor, throwing her uniform on her bed. She went to start her morning. 

Walking through a tired haze all morning she went about her routine. Getting dressed, biking to her coffee shop and grabbing her large dark roast and hashbrown. Downing her drink on her ride to school. Locking her bike then walking inside to throw her books in her locker. Once they were in her locker she placed her head on the cool steel. Groaning at the feeling on her tired face. "Good morning" Prudence questioning voice called out. "Morning" Bertha fallowed. Letting herself crack as she spoke. "Mer" Lydia responded, not moving to look at them. "Is everything ok, or are you just tired. Sometimes its hard to tell" the red head spoke, tapping her lip as she contemplated. The goth turned her head to look at them. Expressionless in her exhaustion. "I think I had a sex dream last night" she blurted startling them both. 

They both tensed, looking at each other for a second before looking back. She sighed, turning her back on them and tossing her wrist over her forehead. "A lass I can not speak of such filth with these two innocent flowers. To pure like un touched snow they must be protected" she preached to the open space. "Cut it out you can talk dick with us" the brunette spoke rather annoyed. Lydia almost smirked at the claim. "Then I shall fall back into our wobbled trust. In hopes you will catch me" she spoke dramatically. "What like actually fall back" Prudence asked a little worried. "Yes, in one, two, three" she warned, slowly falling back on three instead of tossing herself back. The girls caught her rather easily, stopping her from falling but not holding up her weight. 

They looked down at her, watching as she opened her dark eyes to look up. "The goth groans, oh what a travesty' she claims with an airy sigh" the woman spoke. Her friends rolled their eyes, both pushing her up so she would stand on her own feet. She giggled as she was tossed up. Turning on her toes to face them. "So what's this about" Bertha asked, gesturing to all of her. The goth shrugged "A little dramatics in the morning" she told. "But why was it a bad dream, ah was it gr about blond boys" the brunette almost growled, if she was capable. It made the woman smile. "Ew" she chuckled. She took in a deep breath "No it- it's becoming more clear to me as I walk. It was dark at first, just sensations I remember. But I think I'm starting to remember who it was and that's bad" she bite her lip ass he looked away from them. A slight blush spreading over her cheeks.