Footsteps beated across the tiled floors. These nervous feet were squeaking like mad as they skidded across each little section. These were the feet of Oona, as she was pacing from one side of the room to the other. She was nervous, heartbroken, and most of all, depressed. Her sensitive, "sweetie pie" personality was taking a major beating. The purple haired girl's usually sweet and innocent conscience was filled with thoughts of sadness and thoughts of the future.
Why would happen to Nonny? Would he survive? Would he...
Molly was completely surrounded in darkness. Though she was probably asleep, she could still hear. Someone else was calling her name, but this voice was unrecognizable. It was deeper and sounded like it was coming from someone older than she was.
"Molly? Can anda open your eyes?" The voice asked.
It was a struggle, but the girl managed to slowly open her eyes completely. When her vision came back, Molly realized she was in a completely different setting. It was a hospital room. She looked around to see her wrist connected...
Molly woke the seterusnya morning to the chaffing of her own cheeks. Dried tear marks were plastered on her face and making white lines from her eyes to her chin. The girl seemed too depressed to get up, but she had to talk to someone.
The merah jambu haired bride-to -be changed her party clothes from the night before and brushed her frizzy hair. Now it lay limp on her back as she put on a blue hoodie, skinny jeans, and a pair of black uggs. (A/N yes, shes human) She stared at herself in the mirror and sighed.