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Anemia; Noun. A condition marked by a deficiency of red blood cells in the blood, resulting in pallor and weariness.
Topic Started: Jun 4 2017, 06:04 PM (972 Views)
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((Dorothy entered this tragic dream))

Memory problems? Check. Well kinda. She didn’t remember what happened last night. She knew she stabbed Hazel for Jae and got hit in the head for it. After all of that, she couldn’t remember anything. She stumbled around, searching for a place to sleep. She didn’t know why her dazzled-self thought it was okay for her to sleep facedown outside but she made it through the night.

Confusion? Check. She lost herself in her thoughts. She tried to listen to the announcement but she struggled to keep track of the names and the killers. She got one thing for sure: Hazel didn’t die and not to head in a location at the asylum. She wondered if Hazel was okay. She didn’t know where she stabbed her but she was probably in pain and being taken care of by Min-jae. She still hadn’t figured out why he, of all people, smashed her head and almost knocked her out.

Drowsiness? Check? She did feel quite a bit drowsy and sluggish before sleeping but that was kinda normal. She spent the day up, spent also the night up, and survive on a little amount of sleep. She was still sluggish but that could be her body not adjusting between the difference of sleep and awake.
Nausea? Check. She vomited her morning meal and the meal before that. That wasn’t a good sign. She could have choked on her own vomit when she fell asleep. That’s a horrible way to die, isn’t?

Sensitivity to light and noise? Half-check. Light wasn’t the issue. But noise? Fuck, it was killing her. When she heard the announcement, it felt like the sound was going through her brain and destroying it bit by bit. As if the waves were bouncing inside of her head, seeking for a way out until they either found one or made one.

Did she have a concussion? Possibly, yes. Was that the most urgent issue at the moment? She wished it was.

But it sure didn’t help her mood. She was grumpy so when she heard some cries, she didn’t feel anything but irritability rising in her. Being so sensitive to sound, that was the worse. It felt as if their voices were hitting her in the face.

She raised her left hand to her face and she swatted her own pesky hand away. It was bruised because of what Jae had done to her. She didn’t know what was worse, the pain she felt inside of her or the pain she felt on the outside. Thinking about it, it was the outside pain.

She didn’t feel much anymore. She was probably numb. She had to be. To survive, you had to become numb and become uncaring. If Dot personally cared each time someone died, she wouldn’t be alive. Even if she were still alive, she’d be crying at someone’s side like a sitting duck. Dot felt like she was becoming a monster out of a nightmare. She thought about it but she ended up choking on that idea. She needed to concentrate.
As she stepped inside of the room where she heard the human noises, she saw something quite… odd. A scene kid with a red streak in her hair was hugging another scene kid with blue hair with a fitting blue outfit in front of a decaying corpse.

“Hi, I’m not in the mood and I think I have a concussion so don’t,” she slumped on the wall, “…so don’t annoy me, okay?”

She raised her right hand, putting the back of her hand against her forehead and closing her eyes. Her fingers were wrapped it and, while she told them her intentions, she hoped they wouldn’t try to mess with her.

Her eyes rolled in their sockets. Fuck, she was being so vulnerable in front of a group of people she didn’t really know. Any of them could run up of her and shove her to the ground and kill her on with her own blade. She opened her eyes then blinked several times. Oh, they were really doing that.
It wasn’t a hallucination. They were really hugging in front of a rotten, smelly, gross, bug-infested, melting, molding, disgusting corpse.

Ew, gross.

“Am I interrupting something? I’m… sorry, was he someone important?”
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Scene Kid #1 knew her. She seemed friendly but a bit strange. She seemed stressed out but who wouldn't be when they were standing over the dead body of their boyfriend. Oh, and her name was Penelope. She wondered how it was spelled. Two p's, two l's, two n's? She found it weird how names were spelled. They were like, all different and she couldn't know how to spell them until she saw. When people introduced themselves, they didn't come with a subtile or a background screen with their name written in big letter in a funny background. No, she had to guess it and she hated it.

The perks and the cons of meeting Penelope were equal. She didn't appear on the announcement which met she didn't get a kill yet. She was either a pacifist or an opportunist. Either way, she didn't really want her around her. A pacifist without the "fist" part meant she would let her die if someone was threatening her and an opportunist meant she was waiting for a moment of weakness to kill someone. Perhaps Dot was totally wrong on both sides but it was black-or-white now. People were either out to kill her or she was out to kill them. The little gray area that existed for a while was gone.

Scene kid #2 was not speaking. Her blue hair and her blue outfit matched the blue aura that surrounded them. They didn't seem quite sad but more melancholic. The kind of down mood that was kinda up but not really. Fuck, what was she thinking? Did that make any sense? She mentally knocked her self on the head for being a dummy and spacing out in front of two students that could probably be her death.

"So, hum."

Space filler. That was the best thing she could muster up. It was an awkward position with the girl's dead boyfriend and her friend beside her and all of that. That wasn't a good place to be but Dot wanted to make small talk though. She wanted to ask them questions like 'what's their favorite class' or 'what do you plan to do after high school' but these questions were quite out of place especially since only one of them will have the chance to go to college and their favorite class didn't really matter here.

She said the five words that seemed the most appropriate. If her boyfriend was dead, someone must have killed him. Especially how he was looking from here, it didn't look like self-inflicted wounds. Someone must have taken something and smashed it against him a couple of time. A chair? A 2x4? A very small tricycle for a clown? She wasn't sure but that must have hurt.

"So, who killed your boyfriend?"
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Even though Dorothy asked a question, she didn’t bother to listen. She just wanted to fill space. To hear something else than the buzzing her ears even though her voice hurt her head a bit, something to dull the pain and her feelings.
Then, two words – three if you didn’t consider the hyphen - struck her:

Min-jae Parker.

Min-jae Parker.

Min-jae Parker.

Min-jae Parker.

"Ha, ha."

She was laughing but her eyes glared at the offending girl. Dorothy was breathing heavily She was in arm’s reach. She could just strangle her right there. That name, she hated it. She hated how she pronounced it, how the "Min" and the "jae" were combined with a dash. The "Parker" just made it worse. An ugly first name and a disgusting last name combined together. Her chest was raising and lowering quickly while she stared the girl down.

"Eh, eh... keh."

Her soft laughter echoed in the room. She really did that, mentioning Min-jae Parker to her. She really did that, she dared to pronounce his name in front of her after what he has done to her. He hit her so hard that even the stars in her vision got stars in their eyes. She tried to imagine a tiny stars seeing other stars seeing other stars seeing other stars seeing others stars seeing other-

Her laughter stopped and her mouth opened slowly, baring her fangs at Penelope.

Maybe she should have listened to people when they talked. Perhaps she should learn to walk away from situation like this. Not losing her cool and staying away from what the emotions told her to do. Instead, she did what she always did. Her lips ripped apart as she opened her mouth and screamed. Her lips were probably not shredded but it felt like it, and that was the only thing that mattered.

"Die, you pig!"

She miscalculated her lunge. Penelope seemed to have noticed her mistake and stepped backward. This would have been funny, probably comic relief in a TV show. How the attacker tripped before actually attacking the person she was attacking. But the knife she was holding was telling another story.

It landed straight into Penelope's thigh. Dot targeted the girl’s chest but as Penelope moved backward, her legs were hit instead.

She instinctively jumped back after stabbing Penelope. She wasn't a problem anymore. She wouldn't say his name. Yeah, she wouldn't say his name and taunt her again. She learned her lesson and would shut her mouth and never, ever taunt Dorothy again. Her left hand raised to her glasses, holding her glasses straight to see her opponent in front of her. Her right hand still had her knife and started to point the second girl.

"Don't."

She snarled.

“Don’t fucking move.”
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She learned that in biology class.

When they were learning about the human anatomy, they learned that arteries are tubes part of the circulation system by which blood is conveyed from the heart to the rest of the body. The human circulation system was one of the more interesting part of science class. It was why she wanted to become a doctor then a nurse. She always wondered how the things inside of the human body worked and with that class, a part of the mystery was eluded.

After that class, Dot did some research about it. It kinda made her feel like a blob of blood but that made sense, everyone was a sponge of blood with a thin layer to stop them from spilling it out. What she found about arteries scared her a little: when they were punctured, a spurt of blood started and it didn't take a lot of time for someone to die.

When she saw the blood dripping from the girl's leg, Dorothy wondered what she hit. She didn't have a lot of time to think, however. A voice attacked her and she jumped backed. Her voice was loud and clear. So was her message: Dorothy wasn't wanted here. That made sense: she just stabbed someone that was probably her friend or her ally.

Dorothy took a step back and looked down, blood was still erupting out of her body. She could finish her but the threat of Scene Kid #2 was still there. She had something in her hand, Dorothy saw the weapon but didn't recognize it. It was a weapon from a movie, something you threw and it exploded. The word appeared of nowhere in her mind, it was a grenade. She didn't know what to say so the words came out by themselves.

"Have a nice day."

Dot took another step back, hitting a shelf. Raina wasn't alone anymore, there was another boy but Dorothy still had her eyes on the blue girl. Her eyes scanned the room for an escape. Like a deer frozen in the light of a car, her eyes were wide opened, tensed up, and thinking about the imminent death. Dorothy denied that reality and she ran to the right and slammed the door opened.

((Dorothy left the library of nightmares.))
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