Living Death.
part 01 // FabStories
"You are going to look beautiful, trust me," my mother said, dabbing a last bit of blush on my cheeks.
I just nod and shrug like always. She gives me a concerned look and sets down the make-up she was holding. "Are you okay? You don't seem excited for your one and only sixteenth birthday."
I sigh and give her a small smile. "I am. I'm just kind of nervous, I guess. And I'm not really in the party mood," I mumble.
"Oh, get in the party mood!" She exclaims. She grabs the make-up again, and starts primping. I study her determined face, and her soft strokes as her hands brush against my skin. After what seems like a while, she's finished with my face and moves on to my hair, which she loosely curls. When I'm finished, I stare into the mirror, my pale pink lips letting out a gasp. I don't even recognize myself, it seems as if I've come from another world; where eyes sparkle, skin shimmers, and hair shines.
"I-I look," I begin, "Amazing."
"Of course you do, now head downstairs. Your guests are waiting," she teases.
I grin, and throw my arms around my mother. We both laugh, and I let go, blowing her a kiss as I exit the door. The grand staircase that leads down to the party looks too pristine for me to lay my feet on. But the excited glances and finger pointing from the people below invite me to make my entrance. I swiftly walk down the stairs, a wide smile stretching across my face. I wave to everyone and they all shout, "Happy birthday, Clarisse!"
Suddenly, a gunshot echoes throughout the room, the lights flickering off. Frightened eyes turn my way, shrieks bouncing across the walls. I try to clam everyone down, when I hear a familiar yell; coming from my best friend, Arielle. The dim candle lights on each table are still lit, so I'm able to make out a shadowy figure clutching onto Arielle. I yell, but unfortunately, that causes the figure to choke her tighter, sneering at me, "Come and get her."
"Oh, you bet I will, " I hiss. My long gown and high heels slow me down when I try to run to Arielle, and others are blocking me. I know I'm about to reach her when I realize I'm just a split second too late.
"No!" I yell, as his silver knife sinks into the pale skin of her neck. I launch myself at the both of them, but the figure darts out of the way and is gone. Tears pool in my eyes and rain down my cheeks as I gather Arielle in my arms. She looks at me and squeezes my hand, draws in her last breath, and closes her eyes for the last time. Then she's gone.
I guess I would've chased after the horrid murderer, but I'm frozen as I feel the stinging pain in the center of my back. I slowly slip my arm around, and feel the cool surface of a bullet. I glance at my bloody hand and I fall to the ground beside Arielle. My skin gently touches Arielle's, the metallic smell of blood lingering in the air. Then I black out, and I'm taken away by the darkness.
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