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Hello lovelie. You have found me & I'm happy about it.
My name is Angelica, & I'm an insecure young girl who goes through pain & heartache occasionally.
Everyday I wish I could see myself through his eyes.
I love meeting new people, so comment away! You can bet your bottom dollar I'll like you.
Ice cream, summer, singing, music, writing, laughs & friends is who I am.
One day I'm gonna find out how to be myself without being judged, it's one of my biggest goals.
But until then, I'm going to stay tied down & hide through a pretty little smile.

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August 5, 2012 5:04pm UTC

Living Death.
characters// FabStories
Clarisse: http://weheartit.com/entry/34252962
Arielle: http://weheartit.com/entry/34254674
Drew: http://weheartit.com/entry/30549093
Derek: http://weheartit.com/entry/34210712

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August 5, 2012 4:13pm UTC

Living Death.
part 15 // FabStories
Clarisse's P.O.V.
My mind was ringing like crazy after I heard Derek's intentions. Silence lingered in the air until I finally cleared my throat and said, "Uh. I don't think that's happening, Derek."
He raised his eyebrows. "Why not? I think it's a reasonable idea. If you two are so in love, the best you can do is give each other your own lives."
I cringed when he put emphasis on 'in love.' I hated how he was acting when I had claimed Drew was the one I wanted. It was as if I couldn't have a choice of who I wanted to be with. He was being such a jerk. "Derek..."
I was cut off when Drew spoke up. "I think it's a pretty good idea."
My eyes widened. "How could you even consider the possibility? There is no way I am dying again!"
The boys turned to me, and Derek sneered, "See? Even prince charming agrees."
That was it, I had enough. I planted my hands on my hips and glared. "Derek, just stop! I know you're upset since I'm not with you anymore, but you don't have to act this way with all your rude comments! If you really loved me, you should be happy! Obviously you're just a selfish idiot, since all you care about yourself!"
Derek's eyes hardened, then they seemed to soften with a small glow. "I'm sorry," he murmured.
The moment he apologized, I regretted all I had said. Snap out of it, the voice in my head shouted. I shook my head and squeezed my eyes shut as I said, "...I'm sorry too."
I opened my eyes and I saw him examining his hands. I took this as a meaning to stop the conversation. Drew noticed the awkwardness between us and spoke, "Clarisse, I really think we should try it. It's all we've got."
He did have a good point, but I still refused to do it. "Can't we try something else?"
"Like what?"
"Well, I don't know!"
He sighed and chuckled. "Why don't we just do this first, since we'll probably be back on the day of our deaths anyways. And then we can think of something else."
I couldn't think of anything else to say after that. He came up with very good reasons, so the only thing I could say was, "Okay. We'll try it."
Drew's. P.O.V.
We were heading to the hotel where we both died, since it made better sense that way. I kept glancing at Clarisse, who was biting her lip and tapping her foot frantically. I took both of her small hands and enclosed them in one of mine. "Shh. Everything's gonna be okay."
"I hope," she whispered.
Derek was silent along the way as I comforted Clarisse. He kept looking back at us nervously, as if he was planning something. Maybe he is, I thought silently. I blocked that thought out just as we had arrived at the hotel. We exited out of the car and decided we wanted to do it in the middle of the ballroom.
As we headed inside, I felt Clarisse reach for my hand shyly. I took it and kissed her very tenderly on her cheek, butterflies swarming in my stomach. It felt so real to be with her, as if everything was perfect when she was by my side. I smiled to myself, and we arrived at the ballroom.
Derek pulled out a gun from his pocket and my jaw dropped. "You carry a gun in there?"
"Oh, yeah. You know, I just keep it in here for times like these..." he mumbled sarcastically.
I bet you do, I thought, I bet you do.
I watched Clarisse come back with a gun of her own. I was shocked again. "You too?"
She nodded then pointed the gun directly at me. "L-let's get this over and done with," she stuttered.
I took the gun from Derek and aimed it at Clarisse's heart. "I'll see you soon."
She blinked back tears. "I'll see you soon...too."
I smiled and then we pulled the triggers. The bullet bursted through my chest and I felt it pierce through my heart. The pain stung, but I tried to keep it together. As we collapsed to the ground I felt two things.
I felt love, and then I felt like I had been betrayed.
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I am so so so so so sorry I didn't upload in a while! I didn't have internet and when we got it back, it was slow as a Pengurtle. (Penguin/turtle) So, my little Pengurtles, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, since it was filled with a lot of action and drama most of you poor innocent, sweet Pengurtles couldn't handle.
Until the next time, Pengurtles!
F-E-E-D-B-A-C-K & F-A-V-E-S!
BTW;
-I've made my decision, there will be two endings for this story. I am also doing a bonus chapter!
-PLEASE READ. So, I said that I would write the sequel to "Living Death" after this is finished. But more people voted for, "From This Moment," so that is what I'll write after. You can read the summaries on my earlier quote. If you wanted the sequel first, COMMENT BELOW.
Love Y'all. <3

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August 2, 2012 2:19pm UTC

Living Death.
part 14 // FabStories
Clarisse's P.O.V.
I mentally swore, then slowly twisted my body so I was fully facing Derek. It pained me to see his grim expression clouding his face, knowing I was the one that had plastered it there. I took a deep breath and tried my best to say in a loud clear voice, "Derek. We didn't see you there."
He ignored me and kept quiet. After what felt like hours, he finally spoke.
"I thought it was us, Clarisse," he mumbled, kicking at sand.
I looked down, embarrased. "Not anymore, Derek. Not anymore."
He nodded slightly, then reached his hand over and tilted my face up to his. "I get it...I guess. Friends?"
Friends? His voice echoed in my mind. How could we still be friends? That would make things more awkward, and that might cause some tension between him and Drew. But I knew the real answer, "I-I guess."
A smile forced itself onto his lips, but the sorrowful expression stayed in his brilliant green eyes. "I guess we should go, then."
"Yeah, yeah," I agreed, turning to Drew. He smiled sadly, then locked his hand into mine.
Derek led us to to the car, and took over the driver's seat. I stayed in the back with Drew, who had his arms around me. For the first time in a while, I glanced up at his face and allowed my feelings to just show themselves, by smiling at him and letting my eyes glow a bright color. He noticed me and grinned, whispering, "You like what you see?"
I blushed, then winked at him. "Yup."
He laughed quietly, then seriously added, "I love you, Clarisse."
Since I had never experienced true love for anyone before, I was speechless. What do I say? I thought. Should I say it back to him? "Uh..."
Luckily, he didn't take it seriously. "Say it, " he hissed.
"Who do you think you are? Edward Cullen?" I giggled.
He smiled evilly. "Say it. Say it."
"Vampire," I choked out, trying to hold in my laughter.
Drew raised an eyebrow seductively. "Are you afraid?"
"Yes!" I blurted out, my laughter escaping. We were both screaming by then, and I caught Derek eyeing us carefully. "Keep it down back there," he said.
"Keep your eyes on the road," Drew answered, smirking.
Derek turned away from us and continued driving. Drew looked back at me and said, "Say it. For real this time."
"I love you, Drew."
Derek's P.O.V.
I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't take hearing their joyful laughter and seeing their happy smiles. It was too much. But I did my best to hold it all in, and focused on where we were going.
"So, Drew," I cleared my throat, "You committed suicide, right? How and where did you do it?"
He frowned. "What's it to you?"
"Trust me, I have an idea of getting out of here."
He nodded, then said, "It was at 11:58PM outside of Clarisse's hotel while my father...killed Clarisse. I did it by shooting a bullet to my back."
This is great, I thought. "Well, I had this pretty...wild idea."
"Oh?" Clarisse and Drew asked curiously in unison.
"Since you both died at the same time, and the same way, I thought that you could...shoot yourselves at the same at 11:58PM."
"Why the heck would we do that?" Clarisse yelped.
"I told you, you have to give someone you love something. And you two would be giving each other your lives."
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LOL. Awesome, right?
F-E-E-D-B-A-C-K & F-A-V-E-S!
BTW;
-I've made my decision, there will be two endings for this story. I am also doing a bonus chapter!
-PLEASE READ. So, I said that I would write the sequel to "Living Death" after this is finished. But more people voted for, "From This Moment," so that is what I'll write after. You can read the summaries on my earlier quote. If you wanted the sequel first, COMMENT BELOW.
Love Y'all. <3

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July 31, 2012 8:23pm UTC

Living Death.
part 13 // FabStories
Drew's P.O.V.
I cursed at myself every step of the way, heading back to the car where Clarisse had said I could come. Why was I so stupid? How could I have said that in front of Arielle? I began to really value the saying, "think before you speak." I shook off my thoughts and snook a glance at Clarisse, who was still sobbing in Derek's arms. I wish I could comfort and hold her like he can, I thought. But obviously not. After all that I've done, Clarisse would never think of me more than an enemy. Nothing could change that.
Clarisse's P.O.V.
I missed my best friend. I couldn't stand the fact she was gone. I wished she was sitting next to me right now, spouting off ideas on how to get out of here. But no, that's never going to happen. Nothing ever goes my way.
I began to think of what Drew was to me. A companion? I didn't know what my true feelings for him were anymore. My mind was much too crowded with other thoughts to focus on that now. I climbed into the driver's seat as the two boys got in the back of the car. I started the engine and backed out slowly, trying to keep my eyes blank
"Why don't we go to the beach?" Derek suggested.
"Why would we do that?" I asked.
"Well, we've had a lot of drama lately. I think we just need time to kick back and relax."
I pondered this for a moment, then agreed. It was for the better, anyways. Then I remembered Drew. I peeked at him in the corner of my eye and saw him slumped in the corner. Silent tears streamed down his cheeks, and he kept his eyes down at the floor. Sympathetic, I blurted out, "Do you want to come to the beach with us, Drew?"
He lifted his head and offered me a tight smile. I found it kind of adorable, but I pushed that thought away quickly. I heard him mumble quietly, "Sure."
I turned on the road to the beach and we were there a few minutes later. I got out of the car and slammed the door, turning to the boys. Derek's jaw was clenched, and he seemed to be quite angry. I ignored him and looked at Drew instead, who was already staring at me. We held our gaze for a minute, then I looked away, blushing. But Drew then asked, "Can I talk to you, Clarisse?"
You want to talk to me? I thought. But I answered, "Sure."
I looked at Derek who gave me a slight nod, so Drew and I walked to the edge of the shore. I locked eyes with him expectantly, waiting for him to speak. He gave me an apologetic look when he said, "Look, I'm really sorry for hurting Arielle."
"Well, I guess I could forgive you," I muttered.
He grinned. "I also want you to know, I'm so sorry for leaving you when we were younger for a girl."
I was stunned. "So, you apologize now? After all these years? You think that since we're dead, that's gonna make a difference?"
He was taken aback, and his smile vanished. "Clarisse...I am really sorry. Honestly. Can we just try to be friends?"
"But I thought you had feelings for me," I blurted out. My hand quickly covered my mouth, regretting those words.
"I do. But since you're pretty mad at me, I think it's best to just hide those feelings."
My mind was screaming, "No!" I debated whether to let him in on my emotions towards him as well, or clamp my lips shut and agree with him. But my heart had won. "Drew...I think I'm in love with you, too."
I couldn't take it all in at once. His beautiful brown eyes widening, and his body moving towards me. His arms came around my waist, embracing me to make me feel safe and loved. When his lips collided with mine, sparks were flying throughout my body. Our hearts were beating as one, and our mouths moved in sync with one another. I wanted to save this memory: the sun setting in front of us, the cool waves lapping against our feet, and the breeze playing with our hair. But most of all, our kiss.
Then that moment was shattered when I heard a shocked voice yelling, "Clarisse? What are you doing?"
I broke apart from Drew to see Derek standing behind us, his eyes full of disbelief and sadness.
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I couldn't let them not kiss any longer! What's your opinion? Derek or Drew?
F-E-E-D-B-A-C-K & F-A-V-E-S!
BTW;
-I've made my decision, there will be two endings for this story. I am also doing a bonus chapter!
-I am writing the sequel to "Living Death," after I am finished this story. You can see the summary on my last quote. It will be called, "Living Life." ( Any title suggestions? That one seem awkward. I might change it later on )
Love Y'all. <3

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July 30, 2012 4:11pm UTC

Living Death.
part 12 // FabStories
Drew's P.O.V.
After I said that, my head started to spin and the voice in my mind whispered, Why would you say that? You hurt her. There's no way she's gonna believe that. I shook that thought off, and forced myself to meet Clarisse's eyes. The emotions didn't bother hiding: disbelief, shock, and amazement. The corners of my lips twitched up into a smile, and for the first time in a long time, I was happy when I was with her.
"You...mean it?" she asked, tapping her fingers on her arms.
I reluctantly nodded, hopeful for a positive answer. Instead, she remained silent while Arielle had a sad expression on her pale face. Worried, I asked, "Arielle? Are you okay?"
She mumbled, "No," and stomped off. Desperate to make sure she was fine, I trailed along behind her. When we were out of sight from Clarisse and Derek, I tapped her on her shoulder and said, "I know you're not fine. Tell me what's wrong."
She slowly turned around, glaring at me. She opened her mouth to speak, but quickly closed it, and instead her hand smacked clean across my face. My cheeks stung in pain, and I took a step back, saying, "What was that for?"
"For hurting me," she whispered. Then she crumpled to the ground and silent tears escaped her eyes. As if she couldn't take it anymore, loud sobs racked her body, and she let out wails, sending Clarisse and Derek running to us.
"I hate you!" Arielle screamed as Clarisse tried to calm her down. I didn't understand anything, I didn't know what I had done.
"Drew, what happened?" Derek asked sternly, crossing his arms over his chest. I could tell he didn't like me very much.
"I don't know! Apparently I 'hurt her' and she broke down crying!" I said.
Derek rolled his eyes and knelt down next to Arielle who was shaking in sorrow. I felt sympathy for her, when Clarisse turned to me, "This is all your fault!"
"What?" I asked stupidly.
"Why did you admit you loved me in front of Arielle? She loves you, you know. She'd do anything for you!" she screeched at the top of her lungs.
I blinked away tears when I heard this. Everything is all your fault, you monster, the voice said again.
As Arielle stared straight into my eyes, I ignored my feelings for Clarisse and knew what I had to do.
I bent down next to her and crashed my lips onto hers.
Clarisse's P.O.V.
Anger was an understatement of what I felt for Drew. I watched as he kissed Arielle on the lips as Derek and I just stood there, glaring furiously at him. Then Arielle struggled to push Drew away from her, and he pulled back hesitantly. Arielle's usual beautiful face was a mess, and she spat at Drew, "Get away from me, you idiot."
"But....I....." Drew started.
"Shut up," she cut him off, rising to her feet.
I turned to her and said, "Oh, Arielle, I'm so sorry, believe me..."
She glared at me. "You can have your pretty little prince charming. Just leave me alone."
I was shocked, she had never been rude to me. My jaw dropped open, but Derek filled in for me saying, "That's a bit too harsh, Arielle."
"In your mind it is. Have fun getting out of here."
Then she turned around, and walked off into the distance, while my face soaked in my own tears. I turned to Derek and pressed my face into his chest and tried to clear my head. "Why?" I asked, tilting my head up to look at Derek. His face held a grim expression.
"Shh," he soothed, not answering my question.
Drew cleared his throat, forcing us to look at him. He was frowning and his eyes were glassy, showing he was on the verge of crying. "Um, are you okay?"
"No," I muttered, clearly not interested for his pity.
He nodded slightly, then looked down at his shoes. I pushed my head back down into Derek's chest, and cried silently.
"Where are you, Arielle?"
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Evil Arielle. :| Tell me what you think. ;D
Feedback & Faves! ( I didn't get many faves on my last chapter. Where are my readers? PLEASE FAVE! :'[ )
BTW;
-I've made my decision, there will be two endings for this story. I am also doing a bonus chapter!
-I am writing the sequel to "Living Death," after I am finished this story. You can see the summary on my last quote. It will be called, "Living Life." ( Any title suggestions? That one seem awkward. I might change it later on )
Love Y'all. <3

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July 28, 2012 4:27pm UTC

Living Death.
part 11 // FabStories
Clarisse's P.O.V.
"What?" I exclaim. "No! I hate Drew, seriously!"
Every part of me was screaming out curses directed at Drew, but there was a tiny voice inside of me whispering, just admit your feelings. No matter how much I tried to hide it, deep down I knew how much I was hurting for Drew, how much I still loved him. But I couldn't admit that. Not now.
"Then who else?" Arielle asked quietly. She was staring down at her feet, nervous.
"Derek?" I mumbled hopelessly.
"Then what could you possibly give me?" he challenged.
I shrugged, unable to answer. He was right. But I quickly thought of another tactic. "But Drew's frozen on this day too. How do I talk to him, or actually give him something?"
Arielle glanced up at me. A frown was on her lips as she said, "You don't think I'm stupid, right? Why would I wish to admit my feelings to Drew if I can't talk to him either?"
I was feeling very confused. "What?"
"Drew committed suicide on your birthday. That's why he wasn't there."
Boom. At one second, you're feeling perfectly fine, then the next it's as if the world's collapsed on your shoulders. It's like a firework exploding inside you, or an earthquake in your mind. That's why it's not always the best to learn the truth.
"So, where is he?" Derek asked, tilting his head to the side, snapping me back to reality.
Arielle shrugged. "I don't know. But I know he's here with us. I know it."
The thought of seeing Drew again replaced the earthquakes and fireworks with warmth and butterflies. Seeing him again made my heart race uncontrollably, and my sullen thoughts disappear. Cut it out, I thought, you hate him.
But instead, my mind wandered back to memories I spent with Drew. Special moments in his old pick-up truck, spending time together in our tree fort, sunny times at the lake...
I remembered when we were sitting there together, where we would spill all our secrets, dicuss our problems, and just talk. It was nice to have someone there for you. Then it clicked. Drew must be at the lake, I think, he always goes there when he's sad or upset.
I turned to Arielle and Derek. "The lake."
Arielle turned to me with disbelief. "What? Why would he be at the lake?"
"Just trust me!" I said, heading to the car with them trailing behind me. I started the engine with Derek in the passenger seat, Arielle in the back. I backed out of her driveway and headed down the familiar roads to the lake. The last time I had been there was about six months back.
We arrived quickly, since I was driving faster than usual, and I bounced out of the car excitedly. I ran towards the lake before Derek and Arielle could catch up to me. I stopped in my tracks and my heart sank when I saw no sign of Drew, and my lips fell into a frown. I felt Arielle and Derek behind me, panting tiredly. They quieted down when they saw that Drew was not here.
"Well, where's Drew?" Derek asked, nudging me.
"I-I don't know," I stutter.
I was too upset to speak anymore, my stomach was twirling and my head was erupting like a volcano. I was about to head back to who knows where, when I heard a voice behind me.
"Clarisse?" Drew asked.
I turned around, astonished, and I saw Drew's dark blonde hair glinting in the sun. He stepped forward so his chocolate brown eyes appeared, and he smiled a little.
"Long time no see," he said.
"Yeah," I murmured. Now what he was here, I had no idea of what to say.
"...Drew?" Arielle asked, speaking for me.
Drew turned to her, as if noticing her only this minute. "Oh, hey Arielle." Then he noticed Derek beside her. "Your boyfriend?"
Derek shook his head swiftly. "No, Clarisse's."
Drew raised an eyebrow and frowned a little, showing disappointment. But he was quick enough to regain his composure before I could quite catch it. "Derek," I hissed, elbowing him in the ribs.
"What? Aren't I your boyfriend? I mean, we kissed and we hold hands," he answered, "Sometimes."
I shook my head firmly. "No. I am single, thank you very much."
He blushed a little, and rubbed the back of his neck, embarrased. "Oh."
I shrugged and turned back to Drew. "So, you know why you're here, right?"
Drew shifted on his feet awkwardly. "Well, kind of. I guess."
Arielle spoke up. "I can tell you."
But Drew didn't give her time to speak.
"Clarisse, I wished for one more time to see you. To apologize and tell you how much I still love you."
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Heheheheh. I am so evil. So tell me, Derek or Drew?
Feedback & Faves! ( I didn't get many faves on my last chapter. Where are my readers? PLEASE FAVE! :'[ )
BTW;
-I've made my decision, there will be two endings for this story. I am also doing a bonus chapter!
-I am writing the sequel to "Living Death," after I am finished this story. You can see the summary on my last quote. It will be called, "Living Life." ( Any title suggestions? That one seem awkward. I might change it later on )
Love Y'all. <3

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July 28, 2012 1:24am UTC

I need some help, guys;
I know I'm not finished "Living Death," & I'm sure I'll finish it, so don't worry, I'm not deleting it! I was just wondering which story I should do first for my next story. Yes, I am for sure going to do both of them, but I was wondering which one you, my fabulous readers, would prefer first.
1) The sequel to "Living Death."
Bliss Marie Anne, the daughter of Clarisse and ____. (Not telling you who Clarisse ends up with) She is a brave, warm-hearted girl, but by the time she reaches the age of sixteen and at 11:58PM (the age and time of Clarisse's death), she discovers she has to go through a series of challenges. Every two minutes before midnight, Bliss has to go back in time to when Clarisse died and uncover secrets about her mother and what happened to her when she had "died." Bliss also finds love along the way, who is always there for her all the time. Bliss is struggling with all of this, finding out about Clarisse's past. But she knows that all she can do is hold her chin up high and to keep hoping.
2) From This Moment
Faye Hollow is just an average girl. She has a loving family, caring friends, and a sweet boyfriend. That is, until her family (mother, father, younger sister) dies from a car crash. Depressed, she learns that she can travel to the "otherworld" where souls are kept, though she can only do this at midnight, when she's sleeping. She also has a limit of three visits. It's place called Here, where the time is always Now. Keeping this from her boyfriend, she visits her family and meets a special boy her age. They have so many things in common, and she easily finds herself falling in love with this boy. But it's a problem since he's dead and she's alive. There was also another issue, since she couldn't decided between her real boyfriend or this dead boy. Who will she choose? Will she forget all about her family and keep on living her life on earth? Or will she take the chance and leave behind everything in her real life and stay with her family and the boy?
I want you guys to pick! Love ya!

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July 27, 2012 4:27pm UTC

Living Death.
part 10 // FabStories
Derek's P.O.V.
I watched Drew's father sway a little, then he tumbled to the ground, dead. The corners of my lips tugged up into a tight smirk, but it quickly faded away when I saw the knife in Arielle's neck, and the bullet wedged into Clarisse's back. Shoot, I thought, I knew they were gonna die again. I knelt down between the two and whispered, "Don't worry. When you guys wake up, we'll be back together."
Arielle was already gone, but Clarisse offered me a small, forced smile. She gave a nod then mumbled, "Take care, Derek." Then her eyes fluttered shut, and her body lay limp on the ground. Even when I knew I was going to see her soon, it still pained me to see her lying there dead. We had met only two days ago, but I was falling in love already. Could that happen? We were dead, but was romance still an option for us?
I watched the clock on the wall turn to 12:05AM. Wasn't I supposed to be killed right now? What was happening? So many questions were bursting in my mind, but I tried to focus on just one: Why aren't I dead yet? I rose up from my kneeling position, and gazed at my empty surroundings. Then I laughed, realizing why I wasn't dead. It was since this was Clarisse and Arielle's day of their death, not mine. I can be so stupid sometimes, I say to myself, I guess it's due to thinking too much about Clarisse.
I looked at Clarisse on the ground and grinned. Just the sight of her made me bubbly. I brushed back a few strands of her in her face, and kissed her forehead softly, as if to not wake her. Then I turn and walk away into the moonlight; waiting for when she would wake up.
Clarisse's P.O.V.
I sprang up immediately the moment my eyes opened, the small crick in my neck disappearing. Arielle was nowhere to be seen, but a smiling Derek was sitting at my desk. "Good morning," he greeted.
"Good morning," I answered.
He got up and sat on the side of my bed, taking my hand in his. Then he had a serious expression on his face, "I had this kind of...idea."
I blink a little, then ask, "For what?"
"For getting us out. Well, mainly you and Arielle. I had this kind of vision last night. It wasn't all that clear to me, but the main idea was you needed to give something to someone you love. Crazy, isn't it?" he said, a smile replacing his serious emotion.
"No, it doesn't. But I don't have anything to give, and I have a lot of people I love," I reply, swinging my legs over my bed. I stretch my arms above my head, then head over to my dresser to comb through my hair. But before I can reach for my brush, I see it. The rose.
"Hey, didn't I throw this out my window yesterday?" I mumble.
Derek heard me and spoke up."Yeah, you did. Why is it here now?"
I shrug and grab the vase and the flower then toss it out my window again, wishing that it'll stay down there this time. Then I comb through my hair and go into my washroom to change into a pair of black skinny jeans and a white silk blouse. I tuck my blouse in my pants and wrap a brown weaved belt around my waist, and finish my outfit off with grey flats. I found myself looking at least decent, considering I was never one for fashion. Then I turn to Derek and we head to Arielle's house where we're sure to find her.
Arielle surprises us by opening the door before we could get to it. She smiles and waves, ushering us inside. "So, what'd I miss?" she asks.
"Derek had this idea of getting us out of here. It was for me to, erm, apprently give something to someone I love," I say.
He narrows his eyes. "It was a vision."
Arielle nods and says, "What about your mom? Maybe you have to give something to her."
I shake my head. "She's frozen on this day as well. She can't hear or interact with me."
They both ponder this for a moment, then Derek suggests, "How about a family member?"
"No, I haven't seen them since I was about six."
Then Arielle's eyes light up. She gives a sympathetic smile, then says, "Wait. Didn't you and Drew used to have a crush on each other?"
"Oh, no...You're not saying..." I murmur. It was true, Drew and I used to have feelings for each other, and we had always loved each other as best friends. But that was all lost due to his past girlfriend.
"Drew is the someone you love."
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Living Death.
part 09 // FabStories
My jaw dropped and my knees uncontrollably trembled. I felt like collapsing to the floor, but a voice in the back of my head was shouting, think, Clarisse!
"Let's go!" Arielle yelled, Derek by her side. They were by the front door, ready to shove the door open. I realized they were talking and waiting for me to join them.
I shook off my thoughts and jogged towards them. Derek grabbed my hand and squeezed it, my heart automatically starting to beat faster. We hopped in the car, and this time I took the backseat. My mind wandered back to the conversation between Drew and his father, thinking back to when his father claimed he was going to kill me. I was horrified by that idea; I admit I never knew much about him, but I didn't know that he would have the guts to kill me. For money.
"So," Derek began, "Let's go over what we know. You're both here because Arielle wished for one last chance of confessing her love for Drew, who is Clarisse's ex-best friend. We know Clarisse's father murdered Arielle, and we're absolutely positive Drew's father is responsible for Clarisse. They were both working together, and apparently Drew's father was going to be paid for killing Clarisse. Am I right?"
The whole discussion made my stomach curl up in knots. "You're right," I mumble.
Arielle nods in agreement and we drive in silence. Derek impatiently drums his fingers against the steering wheel, and Arielle is busy thinking about things herself. I just shut up and clamp my lips tight to keep me from sputtering out curses directed at Drew's father.
"So, how were you killed?" I blurt out.
Derek perks up. "Me? I was shot two minutes before midnight."
"Really?" I remembered I had noticed the time when I was shot. I was killed at 11:58PM as well. "Me too. Do you know who shot you?"
He shakes his head glumly. "No."
We arrive at the hotel, and almost immediately we spring into action. It was 10:37PM, so we had quite a bit of time before my death. We spot Drew's father heading inside the hotel, so we follow him.
"Keep an eye on him," Arielle says.
Derek and I nod and watch Drew's father flash a fake invitation to my party at the receptionist. She stupidly nods and shows him to the room. Arielle stays outside to watch for anyone else suspicous, so it's only me and Derek. He loops his arm through mine and we trudge towards Drew's father. The receptionist leaves when we're in the ballroom, and Drew's father trails over into a dark corner, completely concealed from others to see. He takes out his gun and clutches it tightly to his chest, glancing nevously around the room, which is starting fill up with more guests.
I feel a tap on my shoulder, finding it to be Arielle. She blinks her blue eyes at me and says, "No one's coming. We're safe."
"For now," I whisper. We were probably going to be killed again, but we were going to do our best to avoid it.
"Why don't we kill Drew's father like we did with yours?" Derek suggests.
I shrug, but I follow behing them as we approach Drew's father. I stare into his narrowed pale green eyes, and I know we're going to have to hurry if we're to kill him first. I notice the time, 11:32PM. It's still a bit too early before I'm going to die, but then we can kill him easier this way.
"Let's do it now," I hiss.
"We can't. We have to wait until it's the time of your death. Otherwise he won't die. That's why when we killed your father he could interact with us. He was able to see us, since you were his target. It's just the way things work," Derek replies.
I groan and tap my foot on the tiled floor. Seconds seem to past as hours, and sweat is starting to pour down the back of my neck and palms. Every time I look at Drew's father, a small lump begins to form at the back of my throat, growing bigger each time. Finally, at 11:57, I break out saying, "I can't do this!"
The clock ticked to 11:58, and Drew's father noticed me. He locked his eyes with mine and raced towards me, gun in hand. He was about to pull the trigger when Derek stole a knife from a dinner table and slammed it into Drew's father's back. Blood spurted out, and he dropped the gun to the floor. He collided onto the ground, his breathing heavy and fast. He managed to give me a death glare and whisper, "You'll never get out." Then smirked, satisifed, and closed his eyes.
"He's gone," Arielle murmured.
"But we're still here."
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Living Death.
part 08 // FabStories
Arielle stared at me with a wild look in her blue eyes. Then she bursted out laughing, sputtering out a, "I can't believe you actually think that!"
I glare and cross my arms across my chest. "You think about it, Arielle. We're not friends anymore, and he might have some grudge against me or something. He must've planned this out carefully, claiming he had something important to do, which was kill me on my birthday! It all makes sense!"
She stops laughing and a grim expression clouds her face. "You're right. It does make sense. But he couldn't do that! He's much too kind and nice!"
"I have an idea," Derek says, speaking up, "Since we're stuck on the day of your death, we might as well snoop around Drew's house to see what he was up to."
"One more thing. If your father didn't kill you, how come he killed me? I don't think I did anything wrong. And why was he working with Drew, if he was the murderer?" Arielle asks, as we start down my driveway to my car.
We get in, me driving and Arielle in the passenger seat. Drew relaxes in the back by himself. I keep my eyes on the road and clench my teeth tightly, while my fingers squeeze the steering wheel hard so my knuckles turn white. Arielle has a good point, I think.
"Clarisse? Did you hear me?"
"Uh, yeah. Just organizing my thoughts. To be honest, I don't think Drew killed me anymore..." I mumble.
I hear Derek sigh. Arielle throws her arms up in the air, exasperated. "Then why are we going to his house?"
I frown. "...There's always a possibility."
We stop our conversation and arrive at Drew's home fairly quickly. It's a modern type, with lots of glass windows and white walls. Since no one can hear or see us, we simply open the door and slip in. The TV is turned on, and Drew's father lays sprawled on the sofa, an open bag of potato chips on the coffee table in front of him. We shrug to each other and continue to Drew's bedroom.
I push open the door and see strands of Drew's dark blonde hair poking out from under his blanket. I yank it off of him, revealing his snoring figure. I study his face for a while, then turn to the others.
"Well...?" Derek asks, rocking back and forth on his feet.
"Well what?" I ask, prodding the objects in Drew's room.
"Anything suspicious?" Arielle fills in for him.
I glance around the room and shake my head. "No."
We hear loud noises coming from downstairs, so we turn to leave. Drew bolts upright in bed, eyes wide with fright. He rises up frantically, as if he's noticed us. But instead he runs downstairs, feet pounding against the carpet furiously.
"We better go," Derek says, slipping an arm around my waist and rushing me down the stairs.
My heart skips a beat when my skin brushed against his, tingles spreading throughout my body. But I have no time to savor the moment, I have to find my killer.
We race to the kitchen, where we find Drew in front of his father, begging him for something. The father ignores him and gets out his gun, checking the number of bullets he has. My mind goes blank while I study the gun.
"Don't kill her! Please!" Drew says, yanking on his father's hands.
"You know that girl's daddy? The one who's taking on the girl's friend? He promised to pay me if I did this. And we need the money, ya gotta admit that," the father says, clearing talking about Arielle and I.
"Money doesn't need to cause a death!" Drew exclaims.
The father snickers. "It doesn't? Well, get used to it causing anything."
Then he turns his heel and exits the house, getting ready to go to the hotel ready to kill me.
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Living Death.
part 07 // FabStories
"Arielle!"
I turn around from Derek to see her standing in the rain, her dripping hair in a series of knots. I run to her, my arms automatically embracing her. I squeeze her tight and blink back tears.
"Arielle, I missed you so much. You know where we are, right? We're back on the day of our deaths," I say frantically.
"I-I know. I have to tell you something," she stutters.
Derek stands next to me and frowns. "What's wrong?"
She glances up at him in confusion and clears her throat. "And you are...?"
"That's Derek," I say, "Now what do you want to tell me?"
She takes a deep breath and takes my hand in hers. "Please don't hate me."
I give a nervous laugh. This must be serious. "Why would I hate you?"
"Well," she breathes, "I'm the reason we're here. I wished for one more chance to tell Drew I loved him."
My eyes widen. Drew used to be my best friend. Specifically my first best friend. He was always there for me, and we spent all our time together. Memories play in my mind of us in his truck, heading down roads while Taylor Swift was playing on the radio. I remember the joy in our laughter, and how the sun created shadows on our bright faces, while the wind blew in our hair. Last year, was when he had gotten his first girlfriend. Things changed and we didn't spend time with each other anymore, and our friendship faded away. I spent dark nights in my bedroom, crying softly, wondering what I did wrong, wishing he was there to comfort me. I hated him, but that was only because he had completely left me for my own. On the day of my birthday, my mother even bothered to invite him to my birthday, but he apparently had something important to attend to.
The sound of Derek's voice jerks me back into reality. "Clarisse? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah," I say, taking a deep breath and then exhaling. Then I face Arielle and lock eyes with her. "You love...Drew?"
"Does it sound cheesy? It might, but I have true feelings for him, Clarisse. It's as if we've got a real connection," she says, looking away and staring wistfully into the distance.
I can't help but feel betrayed. We had discussed the issue of avoiding Drew, and she had reluctantly agreed. That's why I never liked to speak of him. Obviously Arielle had ignored my intentions of forgetting about our past.
"Who's Drew?" Derek asks.
"My ex-best friend," I murmur.
"So what's the big deal if she likes the guy?"
"The big deal is that we're stuck here, because of her and some stupid crush!" I rage, pointing accusingly at Arielle.
She backs away slowly, saying, "Look, I didn't mean to, uh, hurt your feelings or anything on your opinion of Drew, but..."
I cut her off. "It doesn't matter! It hurts to see you love him! It hurts to think you lied to me when you said you'd pretend he never existed for me! It hurts to know I'm here because of you!"
Derek and Arielle wince at my harsh words. I may have taken it a bit too far, but I needed to let that out. There's a long pause, when Arielle breaks the silence by saying, "I'm sorry. It is all my fault."
I'm taken aback from her apology. But I have no time to forgive her when something dawns on me. I remembered when I had died, my father had killed Arielle. But he ran away before he could get to me too. Then I understand the connection between when Drew had declined the invitation to my party, claiming he had "something important to attend to." But it couldn't be. He was too kind for that, he couldn't have done it...
Just breathe, I think.
"Derek. Arielle. I think I know who...killed me," I choose my words carefully.
"Your father did, right?" Derek asks.
I shake my head. "He killed Arielle then ran away, before he could finish me off..."
"So?" Derek asks, confused.
"Drew killed me."
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Living Death.
part 06 // FabStories
"Clarisse? Clarisse?" a vaguely familiar voice called.
I faintly felt my fingers twitch a little, and my eyes fluttered open. A distorted male face was positioned in front of mine. I blinked several times before everything came into perfect view. I glanced around the room I was in, taking in my surroundings, surprised to see I was in my bedroom, wrapped up in a blanket on my bed.
"Clarisse?" Derek repeated. His nose brushed against mine when he pulled away from me.
"Hmm?"
"Uh, you...alright?"
"Oh," I said twisting out of my sheets. "I'm fine. What happened?"
He sighed and gave a small grin. "You were killed again."
"I...was?" I asked. My jaw dropped open in shock.
"I told you, you're stuck on this day, and you have to find a way out," he exasperated.
Well, someone's in a strange mood today, I think. "Derek, can you come a little closer for me?" Maybe he justs needs to clear his head a bit...
He blushed a little, but tilted his head closer to mine. I smiled sweetly and slapped my hand across his light pink cheeks, effectively killing his blush. He glared and pushed me away from him, grunting in pain. "I know I'm stuck on this day, but you can quit rubbing it in my face," I say.
"Augh. I hate you," he said, shooting me a dirty look.
I puckered up my lips. "I love you too. Now tell me what happened, for real."
"Well, there was this girl, and she got killed by your murderer," he shrugged.
I gasped and sat up. "Arielle!"
"Arielle? Really? I saw her today," Derek said, twiddling his thumbs.
I groaned. "Well? Where is she?"
"Well, you see, I didn't know that girl was Arielle so I just, you know, completely ignored her when I saw her..."
"You idiot!" I shrieked.
I thrashed out of my bed and lunged at Derek. He caught me and I found myself, unfortunately, on top of him. I mashed my nose into his, not caring about our closeness. "I hate you," I sneered, repeating his words.
It was all too much to take in, with his terrified look and his arms wrapped around my waist. Not to mention my posture on top of his lap and our faces pressed closed together. I bursted out laughing, despite how much I tried to act serious. He quickly followed after that, when we both regained our composures, only to find ourselves laughing all over again.
"You...you...idiot!" I sputter out again.
"Okay, okay. I'm an idiot, happy? I'll make up for it, trust me. C'mon, let's go find Arielle," he said, as I climbed off of him. We were exiting my all-too-familiar-room when I noticed a black rose sitting in a decorative vase on my dresser. It had never been there before. I slowly turned back and crossed over to it, studying it's intricate pattern. Laced designs and black cobwebs seemed to dance over the vase, matching the dark color of the flower. My hand reached out to touch it, and the soft, smooth feel seemed to glide into my skin. Derek touched it as well, but he grabbed his hand back right when his finger came in contact.
"Ugh! My hand! It's burning!" he screamed.
"Are you okay?" I asked, trying to sooth his pain by rubbing my hand on his finger.
"Yeah...I'm fine, thanks."
I decided I didn't like the rose anymore, so I threw it out my window. The sound of shattering glass was like lightning; echoing below. Derek grabbed my hand and we went outside, determined to find Arielle.
"Hey, Derek?" I asked, stopping in my tracks once we reached outside.
The rain fell soundlessly, and a few drops fell on both of us before he answered. "Yeah?"
"I don't know exactly how to say this, but thank you for letting me spill hot chocolate all over you yesterday. If I hadn't done that, you wouldn't be here helping me. So thank you."
He shook his head and laughed. "Your dramatic, aren't you?"
I opened my mouth to answer before I felt his soft lips colliding with mine. I ignored everything else and tried to savor the feeling of the two of us kissing. I never wanted him to stop.
And right there, in the rain, was when I had my first kiss. But that was also where I reunited with the girl I had missed so badly, the girl who I thought that I was the one that had caused her slow, painful death.
"Clarisse? Is that you?"
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July 19, 2012 7:12pm UTC

Living Death.
part 05 // FabStories
"So, any ideas on where to look for this Arielle?" Derek asked me, sneaking a curious glance my way.
"Nah," I say boredly.
"Hey, you're going to need to really think if we're gonna get outta here ya know."
I sigh. "I know."
We continue down the sidewalk, away from Starbucks, oblivious to the other people surrounding us. I stared at each one of them, eyes full of envy. They were lucky enough to actually be alive. I sucked in my breath calmly, and exhaled. I heard Derek saying, "So, tell me about yourself."
"Me? Oh, you know, I just turned sixteen...then died...stuff like that," I say, grinning.
"Not funny. Give me a serious answer, please," he said, nudging for me to speak.
"Well, as I've said, I just turned sixteen. Arielle was my best friend until we both died, but I've had others. Only she was the closest to me. I've never had a boyfriend, and I don't expect too. What about you?" I ask.
"I'm seventeen. Died in a car accident. My best friend was named Jason, and he died with me. Only I don't think he's here with us now," he shrugged.
"Oh."
We arrive at the hotel where my birthday was held. The whiteness covering the building was pure and so innocent, making it hard to believe a death had occured inside these walls. Others were bumbling into the hotel, while we stopped outside.
"What part of the hotel were you killed in?" Derek asked.
"The ballroom," I said, entering the hotel, leaving him behind.
He caught up and we found our way to the ballroom; an elegant spot in the place with sparkling glass and gleaming marble. Surprisingly, the party, my party, was being held. Dancing couples floated across the floor, conversations were being held. I bumped into a few people, but they completely ignored as usual. I felt Derek nudge me and point towards the stairs.
"I think that's supposed to be you," he said quietly, pointing to an empty space.
Confused, I followed people pointing their fingers and tried to listen in on their excited whispers. Then I realized this was the part where I made my grand entrance. It was also the part the chaos would begin. My time was running out.
I grabbed Derek's arm and pulled him to a private corner. "We have to find him. Or her. Now."
He nodded. "Is now the time?"
"Yes!" I screeched, as the lights flickered off.
We ran in opposite directions; desperate to reach this killer. One that ended two innocent lives. My mind was blank and my heart raced, but I kept running. Trying to save Arielle's and my life. Then my heart skipped a beat when I saw the same black figure. Only his face wasn't hidden just yet, and I caught a glimpse of his face.
My knees wobbled and I tumbled to the ground. I shut my eyes tight and a few tears escaped. No, why him? Why? I thought. I almost fainted when I saw him holding onto Arielle, the knife ready to slice. Then I rose up from my feet, and aimed for both of them. Derek was already there and he ripped off the killer's mask, revealing his true identity.
"Long time no see, princess," he said, winking.
He was cut off when Derek brought the knife up to kill him. He flashed a toothy grin and fell onto his knees whispering, "You got it wrong, sweetheart. You got it all wrong."
Then I watched as my father closed his eyes and collapsed against the wall, dead.
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Living Death.
part 04 // FabStories
"Uh, I got it..." I say, taking his hand and gently pushing it away from me. He glances up at me and a confused expression crosses his face. His handsome face.
He had dark brown, a close shade to black, hair, and tanned skin. He was tall, and was quite muscular. But his eyes were what made him stand out the most. A pair of green ones the color of something deep down in the ocean. He caught me staring and broke into a grin. "Take a picture, it'll last longer."
Embarrassed, I look away and mumble, "Can you see me?" Stupid, I curse at myself.
His smile turned into full-blown laughter. "No, I cannot. Since you are having a lovely conversation and we are both staring at each other, I can definitely not see you."
I glare at him, and he stands up and offers me his hand. I take, ungracefully, and he pulls me up. "Okay," I say, unsure of myself, "Um, how can you see me? Aren't I dead? Or was the dream I had last night really a dream?"
"Nah, you're dead." He said it in a care-free way, as if dying couldn't possibly matter to him. "But you're kinda stuck on the day of your death...I mean, this is the day you're going to be stuck in for a while."
"Huh? Why? What did I do?" I ask, a frown spreading on my lips.
"Probably nothing. But since you're here, it means you have to figure out a way out. Maybe you have some unfinished business, or you're simply here because you asked for it," he says.
"I asked for it? No. Do you think I asked to be dead?"
He holds his hands up defensively. "Woah, no harsh feelings. By the way, I'm Derek. And I'm dead too. That's the reason we can see each other, and react to each other. And back to our discussion, then you might have some unfinished business. How'd you die?"
"I'm Clarisse. And I was shot. Right after my best friend was. Oh, and on my sixteenth birthday."
He grimaces. "Ouch, that's gotta hurt. Wait, if you're here, your friend should be too..."
The thought of seeing Arielle again makes my face brighten. "Really? How do I find her?"
He doubles over, laughing. "You find her."
I give him my best death glare. "And you're helping me. Finding my friend, Arielle, and getting me outta here."
"Maybe. I mean, sure. Getting out out means getting me out, too. I know the ropes. First of all, let's find your murderer, maybe he can point out some clues for us."
"Step one," I mutter, "Find my killer."
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July 17, 2012 10:59pm UTC

Living Death.
part 03 // FabStories
"You are going to look beautiful, trust me," my mother tells me.
Now where have I heard that before, I think to myself sarcastically. I ponder this for a moment, then tune in to my mother as she is getting ready several products of make-up. I watch her for a few seconds, then say, "You know what? I'm just going to go to Starbucks...I just want some time to myself. Plus, I can get ready later."
But, strangely, she doesn't seem to hear me. I repeat what I say, but she goes on saying, "Are you okay? You don't seem excited for your one and only sixteenth birthday."
What the heck, I wonder. I wave my hands in front of her face crazily, but she doesn't react. Doesn't even flinch. I even try smacking her clean across the face, but she completely ignores me. I shriek in her ear multiple times, desperate for an answer, but she continues speaking, "Oh, get in the party mood!"
I sigh, exasperated. I rise from my chair, and exit the room, rolling my eyes. She continues talking to an empty space, where I think I'm supposed to be. Then it hits me. I'm back; I'm back from my death and exactly on the day of my death. Only everything is frozen in time, nothing changing. Does that mean I'm going to have to die again, I think. The asnwer would most likely be yes, but I block that thought from my mind.
I grab my coat and slip it on, then start walking to Starbucks. It was close to home and very familiar to me, since I went there almost every day. When I was alive, that is. The thought of hot chocolate and curling up in a comfy chair makes me cheer up a little. On the way there, I think of why I could possibly be returning to the day of my death when I had just died...maybe punishment?
But that doesn't make sense, I say to myself as I swing Starbuck's doors open. Surely there would be a more important reason. I randomly take my hot chocolate, since no one could hear me anyways, and immediately take a sip when I have it; the sweet taste exploding across my tongue. I hold onto it tightly and turn around quickly, rather excited to sit down and give my aching legs a rest. But I was just a bit too quick, and ended up colliding with a boy about my age. Everything felt as if it was slow motion: I watched my hot chocolate slip out of my hands and the contents spilling all over us, and we ended up crashing onto the floor, me on top. I stared into his sea green eyes, and start wondering whether he'll react to me or not, since I was dead. But he surprised me.
"I'm really sorry," he says, trying to rise from underneath me. I apologize and get off, not once taking my eyes off him. He bends down to help wipe off a bit of hot chocolate that got on my shirt.
But just as he was bending over, I felt his lips accidentally brush against my cheek, sending tingles down to my toes.
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Living Death.
part 02 // FabStories
I can't make out where I am, but I feel as if I'm floating. Darkness engulfs me, and I don't remember how I got here, I don't even remember who I am. If there even is a 'me.'
I see the darkness quickly turning into a bright, white light. The light flashes pictures of a girl's life. More specifically, mine. Memories of my past are flying throughout the light, and I remember who I was. I was celebrating my sixteenth birthday and then I was killed. So, I should be heading to the other side, shouldn't I? If I am dead?
But it looks like I apparently have other plans. Instead of floating, I am now slowly falling into nothing. My first instinct is to scream; but I can't seem to make any noise. I try to struggle, but I see that I have no hands. I don't have anything.
When I arrive wherever I'm supposed to be, I am in my bed, tangled in my thick quilt. I knew it was a dream; I was so paranoid. I swing my legs over my bed to see what time it is. 7:34 AM. Rise and shine, I think to myself.
I head to my washroom and comb through the knots in my black hair. I change into a loose-fitting t-shirt and sweatpants, then lazily trudge downstairs. My mother sits at the table with my father, who are both calmly drinking coffee.
"Today's the day!" my mother chirps.
"Huh? What day?" I ask stupidly.
"Your sixteenth birthday!" they both exclaim.
Wait, I think, if today's my sixteenth birthday again, am I really dead? What if that dream was real?
"Oh," I nod.
"We need to start making preparations! Your party is in less than three hours!" my mother rises from her chair and slips her arm around me.
"You are going to look beautiful, trust me," she says, leading me into her room. She sits me down and my eyes widen.
Now where have I heard that before, I think to myself.
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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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