I will never forget the dream I had last night, nor will I ever forget who haunted me.
I 'm not a terribly judgemental person. In fact, I love just about everyone. It 's true, I 'm afraid of mice, but in the most part, I 've forgiven the White family for what they did to my godfather. I forgave Anastasia for how she used me, I forgave Alex for taking the life of a pirate in front of my eyes, I even forgave Dr. LeBeouf for almost firing at me with his shotgun. However, there is one person that I will never, never love.
The night I stayed in the Sante Fe motel had been a long one. It was nearly two o 'clock in the morning, which meant that going to sleep wasn 't a problem at all. In fact, the second I closed my eyes, I was unconscious.
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I popped it into my mouth, the flavor once again hitting. It wasn 't as bad, to be honest, it was actually rather nice. In fact... I already wanted another one.
Turning around, I began to run away from her again. While I wanted nothing than to be rid of this person, I wanted another one of those cakes, bad taste or not. I threw myself forward, eager to get another cake... I mean... escape this cat person.
Sighing, I checked behind me. She was there once again, but there wasn 't a cake in her hand this time. Instead, there was a small bottle with a tag tied around the neck that said, "Drink Me."
"It looks like you 've already started to discover why the cakes aren 't the best idea," she commented. "You don 't need to say anything, I know what you 're thinking. They 're addictive, aren 't they? You want more, don 't you? Well... I have the solution to this problem in my hand."
"...what 's that supposed to be?" I asked, eying it over. It looked like poison, but that didn 't change the fact that I wanted to cure my strange craving for those cakes.
"You 're going to have to take it, you know," she …show more content…
I undid the cork, smelling the liquid. It didn 't have a smell at all, and it seemed to be fizzing like a soda pop. Doubting my own judgement, I put the bottle to my lips and let the dark-blue tonic into my system. Once I had done this, however, I dropped the bottle. It fell to the ground and smashed into a million pieces, just like my mind had seemed to do.
Wanting to run, I discovered that my movement was substantially slower. I could barely turn around to escape, moving at a pace so miserably slow that a snail could have been faster. Now I had understood her deception, even if it was so obvious in the past that it was a mistake. I was in this situation because of my own mistake, my own faults, my own desire to get away... My own self-confidence, thinking that I could run away...
She walked for the first time in minutes, moving to face me, still about three feet away. Her smile was faint, but her gaze was just as silently threatening. Even worse... Something about her changed. I couldn 't quite tell what it was at first.
"Who... are... you...?" I asked, barely able to articulate
I 'm not a terribly judgemental person. In fact, I love just about everyone. It 's true, I 'm afraid of mice, but in the most part, I 've forgiven the White family for what they did to my godfather. I forgave Anastasia for how she used me, I forgave Alex for taking the life of a pirate in front of my eyes, I even forgave Dr. LeBeouf for almost firing at me with his shotgun. However, there is one person that I will never, never love.
The night I stayed in the Sante Fe motel had been a long one. It was nearly two o 'clock in the morning, which meant that going to sleep wasn 't a problem at all. In fact, the second I closed my eyes, I was unconscious.
Waking …show more content…
I popped it into my mouth, the flavor once again hitting. It wasn 't as bad, to be honest, it was actually rather nice. In fact... I already wanted another one.
Turning around, I began to run away from her again. While I wanted nothing than to be rid of this person, I wanted another one of those cakes, bad taste or not. I threw myself forward, eager to get another cake... I mean... escape this cat person.
Sighing, I checked behind me. She was there once again, but there wasn 't a cake in her hand this time. Instead, there was a small bottle with a tag tied around the neck that said, "Drink Me."
"It looks like you 've already started to discover why the cakes aren 't the best idea," she commented. "You don 't need to say anything, I know what you 're thinking. They 're addictive, aren 't they? You want more, don 't you? Well... I have the solution to this problem in my hand."
"...what 's that supposed to be?" I asked, eying it over. It looked like poison, but that didn 't change the fact that I wanted to cure my strange craving for those cakes.
"You 're going to have to take it, you know," she …show more content…
I undid the cork, smelling the liquid. It didn 't have a smell at all, and it seemed to be fizzing like a soda pop. Doubting my own judgement, I put the bottle to my lips and let the dark-blue tonic into my system. Once I had done this, however, I dropped the bottle. It fell to the ground and smashed into a million pieces, just like my mind had seemed to do.
Wanting to run, I discovered that my movement was substantially slower. I could barely turn around to escape, moving at a pace so miserably slow that a snail could have been faster. Now I had understood her deception, even if it was so obvious in the past that it was a mistake. I was in this situation because of my own mistake, my own faults, my own desire to get away... My own self-confidence, thinking that I could run away...
She walked for the first time in minutes, moving to face me, still about three feet away. Her smile was faint, but her gaze was just as silently threatening. Even worse... Something about her changed. I couldn 't quite tell what it was at first.
"Who... are... you...?" I asked, barely able to articulate