The music blasted through the door, loud and clear, and I found myself surrounded by people dancing. The only difference was that their whole body was a neon color. They looked like dancing flames of all kinds of color, like blue, green, pink, yellow, orange even. I couldn’t make out their faces since it looked like paint had been poured all over their bodies, giving them a mannequin kind of look. They also had this flame like effect whenever they moved, or maybe I was just too dizzy to focus on what was infront of me.
They were everywhere, dancing around with cups on their hands, talking to each other, doing what you normally do on a party. But one of them caught my attention. There was a girl on the other side of the room that looked normal. …show more content…
The brown hair, the pale skin; She was the girl in the body bag. I felt chills run down my back and my body went cold. She was the dead girl in the morgue.
She was still giving me her back and I was absolutely terrified. I couldn´t talk to her. I was standing behind her, If I could just walk to her side and look at her, talk to her, that would be it. But I was so afraid of what could happen if I did. I would be talking to a dead girl.
She walked towards the mirror and I couldn´t help but watch her. My blood ran cold at the sight. It was as if a knife had been stabbed at me. I felt like fainting, like my lungs were running out of oxygen. Because the girl, the girl standing right in front of me, the girl I had followed for what felt like hours, the girl in the reflection was me. And that was it. That´s when it all came down to me and hit me hard like a rock. I was dead. I was the girl in the body bag.
Her eyes caught mine, and even though we were the same person, I couldn´t recognize myself. She looked like the evil side of me, the mad and wicked one. She brought a crimson red lipstick out and passed it over her lips perfectly. She smirked devilishly at me, her lips the color of blood, and said: “Better up than
They were everywhere, dancing around with cups on their hands, talking to each other, doing what you normally do on a party. But one of them caught my attention. There was a girl on the other side of the room that looked normal. …show more content…
The brown hair, the pale skin; She was the girl in the body bag. I felt chills run down my back and my body went cold. She was the dead girl in the morgue.
She was still giving me her back and I was absolutely terrified. I couldn´t talk to her. I was standing behind her, If I could just walk to her side and look at her, talk to her, that would be it. But I was so afraid of what could happen if I did. I would be talking to a dead girl.
She walked towards the mirror and I couldn´t help but watch her. My blood ran cold at the sight. It was as if a knife had been stabbed at me. I felt like fainting, like my lungs were running out of oxygen. Because the girl, the girl standing right in front of me, the girl I had followed for what felt like hours, the girl in the reflection was me. And that was it. That´s when it all came down to me and hit me hard like a rock. I was dead. I was the girl in the body bag.
Her eyes caught mine, and even though we were the same person, I couldn´t recognize myself. She looked like the evil side of me, the mad and wicked one. She brought a crimson red lipstick out and passed it over her lips perfectly. She smirked devilishly at me, her lips the color of blood, and said: “Better up than