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Dying to Be Alive : Chapter Three
Elenore panted, eyes closed tightly. She jolted up, shouting. "No!" She looked straight ahead, panting. She had a nightmare. Her mother ran in. "Honey, are you alright?" She asked, coming to her bed and hugging Elenore. Tears ran down Elenore's cheeks. She hugged her legs, sobbing. "They murdered everyone! They were chasing after me!" She said to her mother. "Who?" She asked, looking down at her in worry. "I don't know." Elenore whispered, closing her eyes. She could still see it. Bloody knifes and clothes. Unknown men. And, dead bodies all around. "I need to see Scarlett." She said, standing up. "Who...?" Her mother asked once again. Elenore paused. "She's...a friend." She told her, looking down, giving her mother a small smile.
Elenore was bundled up in a big coat, wearing striped leggins, a black skirt, and work boots. She put her hood up, sighing deeply. 'Now, where was the portal at...?' She thought, sitting on a bench that had no snow on it. She thought for a second. She jolted up, running for the abandoned school.
She walked around, looking for a way to get in. She breathed in deeply, breathing out deeply. She took a big rock and threw it at a window. It shattered into a million pieces. She climbed in, being careful not to cut herself. The window lead to the basement. She put her foot down, lowering herself onto an old desk. She got in and jumped down. There was only little light coming in from the window. She sighed softly and kicked things around, picking little things up that she might want or need. She bent over, looking in the desk. She smiled, pulling out an old notebook. She hopped onto the desk, reading it. She giggled at how awful her handwriting use to be. She closed the notebook, sliding it back into the desk. She kept kicking old things around. She hummed, walking up the stairs. She looked around. What a mess this school was! Why did they even close it? Elenore frowned softly. She missed this school. It was a good school. She jumped when she heard a mans voice. "Elenore..." It said. She was frozen. She built up the courage and looked around the corner, seeing a man in a suit with slicked back hair and glasses. He looked like...a butler. "Elenore, correct?" He asked. Elenore slowly nodded her head. The man smiled softly. "I'm J-...Despairs older brother. Richard." He told her. Elenore stepped out. He was someone she could trust. Or, so she hoped. Richard moved forward, standing a few feet away. "How did you get in?" He asked. "I broke the basement window." Elenore told him. He started the laugh. "The front doors were unlocked." He said, whipping a tear from his eye. Elenore looked at him blankly. "C-could you just take me to Scarlett? I need to talk to her." She quietly asked. Richard nodded.
Despair laid on the stage, singing. Richard sighed. "What an idiot..." He mumbled. "Despair. Get up." He demanded. Despair flipped over, sitting up. "What is it this time?" Despair asked loudly. Richard put a hand on his head. "Be quiet. I have a headache." He growled. Despair folded his arms, scowling. "Well, I want Scarlett." He said, quickly getting off of the stage. "Where is Scar?" He asked, peeking his head in the other room. "Yeah. I need to talk to her." Elenore mentioned. Despair paused, looking back at her. "You can tell me." He said, smiling. Elenore sighed. "I had a nightmare. A horrible one." She told him, taking her coat off. She walked to the stage and laid it beside her as she sat down. Despair walked over, joining her. "What happened?" He asked. "There were these three men chasing me. They were bloody and there was dead bodies every where." Elenore mumbled, hugging her legs. Despair frowned, hugging her. "It's alright. Everybody has those types of dreams." He slightly rocked her back in forth. Scarlett came into the room, this time dressed in a suit. Obviously, Despair thought it would be cute if she wore his clothes. And, the look actually fit her quiet well. She sighed, messing with the sleeves. "You look so beautiful!" Despair squealed like a teenage girl. Scarlett slightly blushed. "Thank you, Darling." She whispered. Richard stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed and eyes tired. "Why don't you go and sleep?" Scarlett asked. Richard sighed. "Fine." He mumbled and walked off. Scarlett glared at him from the corner of her eyes as he passed her in the doorway. "Have a good sleep." She slightly growled to him.
 trash trap · Tue Jan 01, 2013 @ 06:36am · 0 Comments |
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