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It was nothing short of unbelievable. No matter how hard Cecily tried, every living object she seemed to touch dropped to the ground in a limp heap of slow decay. And what the hell was up with those wrists of hers? Where two large incisions along her veins should have been gushing blood, well, they weren't. Nor were there any stitches. They were just two atrocious looking lines that made red trenches in Cece's skin. It was funny though; the white dress she wore on her death day was stained pale and deep shades of red.
But something else was amiss; why did everything she touched seem to die? It's a bad dream, she told herself. Just a bad dream...And I'll wake up in the morning stuck in some damn psyche ward all wrapped up...Again...It's just a dream...
Cecily appeared to be walking around a city, bumping into every person crossing her path, or, walking directly through them. Yea...It was definitely a dream, or, so she thought. Eventually she came into an alley where a woman had just been robbed and brutally murdered. But then, a couple minutes later, the woman seemed to return to life...Or something along those lines...She was hysterical, examining herself in a pool of blood, her clothes completely drenched, a gunshot wound evident in her artery, though no longer spilling blood. At all. And then she looked at Cece, who was shocked, if not a slightly unnerved that this woman was now pleading to her as her vacant, wide eyes dripped with tears. But Cecily wasn't bothered by the grizzly death of the woman clawing at her hands. Yet, she could feel those nails digging into her somewhat translucent skin.
Wait...She paused, wrenching her hand away from the woman in denial and thought hard. Why does that hurt? It's a dream. It shouldn't hurt... Cecily looked around, and found the gun the sinner had left behind after his adventure in killing an innocent human for some cash. She rolled her eyes in disgust, her mind casually averting itself regarding the cruelty of others. Cece picked up the gun, letting her vivid green eyes examine the firearm, and pulled at the bullet shaft. It was loaded.
Three is a charm...
Putting the gun to her temple, Cecily pulled the trigger and fired. She immediately fell to the ground, her eyes still open, still capable of sight...And she knew there was something very wrong about this. A straight shot into the brain would have killed her instantly. But she wasn't dead.
"Wake up..." She began to say aloud. "Please, wake up." Laying there on the pavement, frustrated and confused, tears began to stream sideways down her face, commencing the pounding at the sides of her head from the fresh and deliberate gunshot wound.
 Kabuki Doll · Thu Jul 26, 2007 @ 04:18am · 0 Comments |
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