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How… how did that happen? How the hell could he do that?! People couldn't just disappear out of thin air like he did… at least normal people couldn't… Which made me really wonder: What was Mr. Hall? He wasn't a plain, regular guy. And that irritated me. I sighed, walking into my house. Katze mewed in greeting, and I threw her favorite toy into the kitchen, a catnip ball. She pounced on it, and I took the oppurtunity to close the kitchen door do she couldn't follow me. I really didn't want to be bothered today. Even by my cat. I loved Katze dearly, but I felt that the closer I got to Mr. Hall, the more distant I became with others. My overall personality changed, as well as my appearance. My hair framed my face, and complimented how sharp a grey my eyes were. My cheeks were rosy (probably from my blushing so much), and my lips were a natural reddish color. I noticed I was biting my lip, and I immediately stopped, walking up the stairs. That was a bad habit I didn't wish to begin. I opened the door to my bathroom, and walked inside, not bothering to turn on the light. I had decided a bath would help me relax. I was unusually tense, instead of being tired as I always was. Turning on the water, I poured a vast amount of bubble soap in the water, and lit my favorite candle. Soon, the room was filled with a pleasant lavender scent, and that calmed my nerves slightly. I sloughed off my shirt, and paused, noticing myself in the mirror. There was a mark on my hipbone. It seemed like a bruise at first, but I inspected it further, and saw a few twists and curls on the edges of the mark. It was too intricate to be a bruise… so what was it? I sighed and turned back, shutting off the water. Stepping in the bath, I shrieked, and fell backwards onto the floor. The water was absolutely freezing! How could that be? There was evidence it had to be hot. The mirror was fogged up. There was steam rising from the bath. Standing up, I curiously approached the lit candle, and put my hand over the flame. It was cold, too, despite the fact the flame was making the wax melt. Nothing made sense! I couldn't even enjoy a hot bath, fire apparently wasn't painful anymore… the fact that everything seemed normal but actually wasn't enraged me. I clenched my fist, and drove it into the mirror, shattering it. For a moment, there was a searing pain in my hand, from the candle's flame and my punching the mirror. But as soon as it appeared, it went away. I felt as if I didn't injure myself at all. Blood ran from my hand, crimson speckling the porcelain sink. I snapped on the water, washing the blood away, and cleaned my wound. I blew the candle out, and opened the drain in the bath. If I couldn't relax, I would just go to sleep. As usual. Storming into my room, I slammed the door closed, and reluctantly turned to my bed. What if the dreams started again? What would happen then? Suddenly, I was hit with a wave of lethargy, and my knees buckled, sending me to the floor. My vision became blurred, black seeping in at the corners. And for the second time that day, I passed out. --------------------------------------------------- Strange markings? Unexplained happenings? Is Persephone going crazy?! I'll give you a hint: No