Death Is My BFF (Book 1 Original Series)

Chapter 33: Don't Mess With The Cloak

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~You were my conscience, so solid now you're like water. And we started drowning, not like we'd sink any further. ~I've got a skeleton in me, but I'm not the villain. Despite what you're always preaching. ~I hear them calling, they're calling!

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I shivered for the third time while attempting to fold the cloak in a neat manner.

That was of course impossible to do because of the large size, and the heavy material. I spread the thing across my bed with my bright yellow rubber-gloved hands, wiping sweat off of myforeheadwiht my forearm. My room had strangely become uncomfortably hot over night to the point that my brain was begging for me to bathe in some ice cubes. It wasn’t my fault I was so over-heated, I had turned a quick fold of a cloak turned into a forty minute attempt to make it small enough to fit in one of my drawers. But no matter how close I got to folding it, the clothing seemed to be raised higher in one corner, or grow in size. I refused to over think the whole growing in size part, I was still trying to handle the fact that it was floating not too long ago.

This thing has got to go. I need to throw it out. There is no way in the fiery depths of hell I was wearing that piece of clothing. It just screamed, ‘That’s right, put me on. Nothing will happen I swear.’

Little did it know how determined I was not to place the material over my skin, or even attempt to smell it. Even if I did have a strong feeling the material would caress my skin like the smoothest silk, and I would technically be wearing the Grim Reapers cloak, which let’s face it would be a great add on to my Twitter page.

I couldn’t just throw the cloak away like I did with Mr. Wiggles, he would just find a way to retrieve it. I couldn’t just leave it in my closet where Marcy could see it because she would think I was going mad; I had to fold it small enough that I could fit it behind my dresser, or in the back of one of my drawers. As one could see, that plan wasn’t doing too well.

“ARGH!” I roared at it, hitting it with my fist over and over again. I swear it was almost as if the cloak didn’t want to fold correctly. How had I managed to fold it into a triangle?

I took a deep, calming breath while trying to figure out a spot to put this massive piece of clothing. Unfolding it completely, I lay it back onto my bed with the hood faced down.

I don’t want that thing staring at me again; it was almost as if it had eyes.

“FA-ITH!” Marcy’s voice sung from the kitchen. I froze in my spot, staring at the large male-sized cloak on my bed. As quick as lightening I locked my bedroom door, right when Marcy jiggled the handle. “Faith let me in babe! Don’t you want to hear about college?”

I leaned against the door trying to think of an excuse.“I—I can’t right now! I’m tweezing my eyebrows!”

At the sound of my voice the cloak on the bed twitched a little at the ends. My eyebrows rose behind my hairline as I braced myself further against the door.

Oh hell no.

“I think we’ve all tweezed our eyebrows! Isn’t that something you do in the bathroom anyways?”