“ARE YOU HAVING A GREAT TIME!?” Ania shouted who was dancing
next to me. Even though she roared into my ear, I still couldn't hear her
through the loud speakers that were booming through the spacious room which was
now swarming with people; it was a Saturday.
Everyone was fitting into the club
apart from Ania. She wore a pink juicy tracksuit and her make-up was full on,
including her nails which were neon yellow with pink stripes and elongated,
were I was wearing a tight violet dress which clinged on to my slender and pale
body. My hair was up in a messy bun and I had black glittery studs which
brought out my eyes perfectly. Also I had dark blue nail varnish and neatly cut
nails. I imagined myself as a tomboy but I still liked to look nice if you know
what I mean. All Ania was doing was dancing her sexy dance and flirting with a
hot boy who didn't look interested one bit which I found hilarious. So much
that I chocked on my third shot; it spilled down the front and the inside of my
gorgeous dress. I swore subtly and raced
to the bathroom.
Before I pushed open the door I heard a lot of small giggles
and they abruptly stopped as they heard the door squeak open. There were about
four girls all cramped around one tiny mirror applying their absurd red lipstick.
One of them whispered to another and it looked like they were playing Chinese
whispers. Immediately they nod their heads and exit the bathroom abruptly. I
sighed and my shoulders sank down as well. I walked into one of the cubicles.
The smell that filled my nostrils was horrendous. I wouldn’t even peer into the
toilet, just grab a whole loo roll and walk out. The door squeaked again and I
turned around to see a fragile and pale looking girl walk into the cubicle next
to me. She shut the door quietly behind her. As she did that the light bulb
burst and a shard of glass struck me on my forehead. I hit the ground like a
wounded deer. It knocked the wind out of
me and I could feel the warm fluid flowing down my cheek, entering my mouth
rapidly.
I tried to scream out for help to the little girl that was in the
bathroom with me but nothing escaped my mouth. It was like being handcuffed and
thrown into a potato sack; it was horrible. Suddenly I heard a growling sound
by the front door. I tried to sit up but the pain was to agonizing and I felt
seriously nauseated. From what I could see was a girl standing in a dirty,
ragged white dress holding a bloodied axe, black hair covering all of her face,
not even an inch visible. And the girl, the girl that came in, the girl that
looked so innocent was before her feet, blood everywhere, and her head was
dangling, twisting around held by only one strand of muscle. I vomited on the
spot, some of it going down my dress. The sweat made the sick cover to my dress
and stick to my shivering and fragile body. The person- or whatever it was walked towards
me. I didn't want anything to happen to me; I was too scared so I whacked my
forehead against the floor and blacked out, the monsters frustrating scream
behind me.
(Carrie D)
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