The title's an MCR song, but it's nothing to do with MCR. Found it on my notes. Wrote this part a few days ago when I was bored in Maths. *** The fire danced around me, it's emerald eyes glazed over it. It hissed; I whimpered. It flickered but remained strong, the vibrant orange that had haunted my nightmares for so long standing proud. It roared in the open night air, once entrancing: now tormenting. I backed away but the fire was in a ring. It swept closer to me, burning the edges of my shoe... It rose, like a wave, and went as if to collapse onto me. I shut my eyes, waiting for the pain to hit... "Mia! Wake up!" Mia sat up straight and her eyes jumped around the lilac room- her bedroom- and she sighed in relief. That was her mothers voice waking her up so she'd walk the dog... It was all just a dream. She smiled a little and stretched. It was Saturday, at last! She swung her lightly tanned legs over the side of her bed and ran a hand through her long black hair. "Geez. Guess I'm going for the bird nest look today," she complained, feeling the tangles in her hair. She withdraws her skinny hand and winces, seeing dried blood on her wrist. She stands up, wearing her bed clothes. An oversized T-shirt and pink short shorts. Mia winces again. She makes her way over to the bathroom attached to her bedroom, padding silently over her soft carpet. She reaches the bathroom door, and presses down gently on the silver door handle, surprised at it's coldness. With a shudder, Mia enters the bathroom. The bathroom's small, with white walls and white and light blue tiles. It has a shower in the back corner, a toilet, sink and radiator. Mia walks to the sink and switches on the hot tap. She places her wrist under the warm water and waits till the blood clears, before turning the tap of. Another sigh escapes her chapped lips. She turns on the shower, not wanting to think about previous events, changes then hops in. Mia stands, letting the scorching water cascade down her back. She closes her dark brown eyes, lost in the enjoyment yet hatred of the pain. After a few minutes she switches the shower of ,relieving her now red back, and wraps a Snoopy towel around her petite figure. A few minutes later, Mia is changed. She's now wearing an MCR T-shirt, dark blue ripped skinny jeans, and a black Falling In Reverse hoodie that covers her arms. She looks around, trying to find her ATL wristband. Her big eyes flick around the room. The room is medium sized. It has lilac walls, and a dark purple carpet. The walls are coated with posters: Greenday, My chemical romance, Bullet for my valentine... Pretty much, the stereo typical "goth" bands. It also contains a black beanbag, a falling down desk, a few shelves filled with books and other things, and a large wardrobe. In the corner of the room is a single bed, with an electric guitar propped against it. She spots it lying by her bed and picks it up. She doesn't bother to look under her bed. She quickly yanks it on and leaves the room, and proceeds to jump two at a time down the fist flight of stairs in her 3 storey house. Mia ussually was quite paranoid... It was strange she didn't look under her bed... She hated to admit it, but she still believed in the paranormal. I guess it was a good thing though... Most people wouldn't be too happy if they looked under their bed and saw a set of beady black eyes, looking back at them...
Well... It's kinda not going to be the type everyone likes, and it's only the first part, which is just setting the scene. :3 I don't want to rush things.
I noticed that too when writing though XD, that's why I added the thing at the end, but meh. Anyways, thanks for saying. ^-^ :3
Bump. I'll see when writing the next update but I might let this die. I'm used to writing dark stories. XD This will be a little... But meh.