Tiff ran into her room and pounced on her bed. She quickly grabbed a pillow and screamed into it as loud as she could before collapsing into tears. When she had stopped crying enough to stand, she walked slowly and dizzily over to her Mirror. Mascara and eyeliner were running down her face and her red-orange wavy hair was completly tangled. Her Cropped black tee and blood red mini-skirt were rumpled, and blood was running down her deathly pale arm. she watched the blood roll down her arm and drip off her finger tips and watched it as it gently fell onto her knee high black leather high-heeled boots. "Damn you Lee." she sobbed and tore a peice of her shirt and tied it around the wound. A knock came at the door and Tiff shivered thinking of who it was. She slowly opened the door and saw that it was no one to fear, just her best friend will. "Will," she sighed as she smeared away her dripping makeup. "why are you here?" She questioned. "Sara told me what Lee did to you. why did you even let him talk you into going to that paty?" He said, his eyes looking her over. "She did?" Tiff asked lightheaded. "Yes, and she also told me about the drugs you took." He said scornfully. "Damnit. Leave it to Sara to tattle to your friends." She said swaying a little. "She had the right to! You expected to keep this all a secret for the rest of your life? How many drugs did you take?" He asked noticing her swaying, off balance. "Oh i dont know.... four or....five...." Tiff said before she lost her balance and collapsed to the floor, her eyes seeing nothing but darkness. she was out cold.
When Tiff woke up, she found that she lying in a strange room with a florecent light directly above her head. She sat up and looked around. There was no way that this was a hospitle room. There was nothing in it but a bed, a closet, and a bathroom that didnt even have a door on it. She stood up and walked around a bit and went to the main door. She looked out of the small window that was bared and saw a narrow hallway with doors looking exactly like hers and not a person in sight. She tried the handle but it was locked. She squated down to examine the lock and found it could be easily picked with anything small enough to fit into it. She looked around the room again, her eyes quickly searching for an object and found none. She dug into her pokets and found that everything was gone. She frantically ran over to her closet and dug through it despratly looking for anything that could searve as a pick. Nothing. Sighing, Tiff sat down on the soft bed and fingered her necklace. It was one that her mother had given to her as a baby and Tiff wondered if it would work as a pick. To test it she quickly slid it into the lock and found that it worked perfectly. When she had slowly opened the door, she checked once more for people and the ran softly down the hall.
Demon_girl_Mei · Tue Jan 16, 2007 @ 02:37am · 6 Comments |