The Complicated Life Of An "Emo" Girl

I stared up at the stars, engulfed in a one-armed embrace. He was pointing up at the stars with his free arm, revealing pictures that were unnoticeable to us before. I didn't pay any attention to the constellations, for I was too wrapped up in him. The way the corner of his mouth tilted up in a smirk that made my heart race. The way his purple eyes twinkled in the moonlight just as brightly as they would in the sunlight. The way his blonde hair shined in a way that would make any supermodel jealous. Nothing could ruin this moment with Onyx. At least I thought nothing could ruin it. When he turned his head to look me in the eyes, I reared back out of his grasp. One eye was purple, just the way it should be, but the other eye was slightly larger, and the hue was a pale blue. The exact way Keeton's eyes were.

The more I stared, the more he changed. Half of his blonde hair became jet black, but just as shiny. One side of his mouth stayed in the form of Onyx's smirk, while the other side morphed into an all too familiar scowl. Tiny scars began to form onto the Keeton side of the morphed man I had internally named Keenyx. The scars wouldn't have been noticeable if not compared to Onyx's flawless skin.

"Make a choice, Raven," two voices said in unison. One voice, silky smooth and calm. Onyx. Another voice, raspier, but somehow still smooth. Keeton. "Your best friend or your boyfriend?"

After sitting and staring for some time, I finally jumped up and screamed. I flung myself off the side of the balcony I was formally watching the stars on. Somehow, I landed perfectly on my feet and didn't even hesitate before I began running. My feet clumsily found a way to lift off the ground and land back down so I could run away from Keenyx. I made it into the cemetery and ran around the tombstones, trying not to trip on anything. Finally, when I felt I was far enough away from Keenyx, I stopped running so I could catch my lost breath.

Right as I stopped, I felt something grasp my ankle. I looked down, expecting to feast my eyes on rotting flesh and bones, but instead I saw a glowing, healthy, non-rotting hand desperately grasping onto my ankle. Instead of screaming and running, I slowly dragged my leg so the rest of the body would come out of the grave in the ground.

As I pulled, more body parts pulled out of the ground. Body parts that were thankfully all intact. A wrist, a second hand, two forearms, a hunched head, shoulders, a torso, and legs, all cloaked in a billowing white dress. The person I had just pulled from the ground stood up and stared at her feet. When she decided to look at me, I froze. Her eyes were soulless white pits with no iris's or pupils. Her hair flowed to her waist, but it wasn't one color. It flickered from red to blonde to brown to black and then back again. "I am Rosemarie Dallas. Save me, Raven. Save me," she hissed in a monotone voice.

I screamed in just the same way I did when faced against Keenyx, only I didn't run. I squeezed me eyes shut and hoped to close myself away against the frightening girl in front of me.

When I reopened my eyes, I was surrounded by a black background, but I could see a familiar body standing in front of me. The shoes, the skinny, fake-tanned legs, the mini-skirt, the tight, cropped top, the cheap blonde extensions, all attributes of Rachel. But when I looked at the face, it was Missy's face who took the place of Rachel's. In her own voice, Missy taunted me. "Are you gonna throw another apple at me?"

Immediately, I was sucked into my memory of my first day of school of that year. It was the morning, and Rachel was annoying me more than usual. To retaliate against her voice, I threw an apple at her face. She called to our parents, just like in the original memory. Instead of Rachel's nose bleed trickling down her face, the small amount of blood turned into a steady stream. Soon enough, the stream turned into a river of blood that swirled around me and carried me away from the large, expensive looking kitchen. The hot, sticky blood coated me as the current carried me down the river. People began to bob above the surface, and I could identify every one of them, even with the blood staining them. Andy, Arianna, Eve, Snow, Harley, Violet, Karma, and lastly, Onyx and Keeton tussling violently, adding more blood to the river instead of screaming and trying to paddle to a nonexistent shore, like the rest of us.

Then, I saw a bell that reminded me of something from a wrestling championship. It rang and rang, and it wouldn't shut up. That is, until I lifted my head to stare at what I was sure would be my last look at the sky.