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Shrubbery wrote:

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"Buzz! Buzz! Here if you want to use speech marks then there should be another one after the second Buzz!

Oily smell of frying chips mixed with reeky smell of alcohol wafted to my nostrils, and Here I think the and is too.. choppy. Try a dash or one of these guys; ~ as I think it would look and flow a little better. I scrunched my nose in disgust. I tried catching the bloody bee that had dared to disrupt my sleep. But the only thing I got back isI think it should be 'was' here. handful of oxygen. Squatted again. To no avail.

Buzz! Buzz!There are no speech marks here. Maybe chose whether you want to use them or not. This is me being really nit picky. xD

For what I had counted to be the tenth time in a row, So far we've only read that you squatted twice so maybe say you tried to catch it numerous times to no avail. I tasted defeat from my enemy. My fist again couldn’t catch hold of the little beast, but my eyes couldn't drown downDrown out would sound better. its nauseating, irritating sound. It's not that I didn't try forgetting it and sleeping, but the bee was adamant to go on this way. Maybe it was too craving for its death. Determined to kill this demon now, I launched my hand again in the air, but this time the place it landed was neither the air nor the bee's tiny body, but my nose.
"Ouch! Blood bee!" I screamed, rubbing my nose. In annoyance, I started kicking under the various wraps the blanket had created. My feet got trapped in the cloth, and still under the effects of sleep, I started cursing it. Blinking open my eyes, I was welcomed to a world where my soul shivers.

At first, the fancy black marks on the wall opposite of me appeared to be some fancy Gothic design, but when I started noticing the uneven pattern it was designed in, a sharp shiver ran down my spine. After all, it wasn't a design but the soot that had glued itself to the walls. I didn't remember having this in my room. Black spots covering the already burnt walls, peeling debris falling down to the floor from the ceiling and a bulb ready to fall down seemed to be teasing the cleanliness maniac within me. I wanted to shout, but I preferred to let it go. For I believed that it was just a dream, and nightmares don't last for long.
"Hold on, Alicia. It's just some weird dream." I kept on repeating, wedging out every thought that said otherwise. My mouth felt dry. When I was about to get off my bed, I noticed some weird smell, which couldn't have been either of the alcohol or the chips. Something else. Something nearer to me. I sniffled the blanket, and the shriek I made then can't be described in words. I discovered that the blanket had been releasing poisonous fumes for my nose and without giving any heck about anything else, I threw my blanket and stood there on the bed. But, alas, it tumbled back upon me.
Jumping out of the bed, I found myself inspecting the vagueness of the situation. The last thing I could remember.....was driving. I had been driving, with...a beer bottle in hand? Yeah, that it was. I had tasted something salty...my tears they were. Nothing more. I didn't even remember hitting the sack.
Calm down, Alicia. How worse this can be? The worst that could happen was this place turning out to be a hideout for some gangsters, who had kidnapped me. Or maybe I was being gassed down and it was 2012. Stop being dreamy!
I grumbled at the voice in my head for it was right. All these thing are possible in only movies, which my life was far away from. It had to be me hallucinating. But where was I? Why was I here? Amongst this filth. Was this part of my hangover? Would some handsome guy come out of the bathroom and wink at me? Shut up, Alicia!I think maybe there shouldn't be as many thoughts of Alicia's here. It gets a little boring and even out of place. Keep with on or two.

Right after I had told myself to shut up, I could feel something crawling inside of me and sending a tickle down my breast. Slowly, the uneasiness had spread from there to my shoulders, and within minutes I was dancing to best of my ability. I could feel its stingy legs slicing up my innocent skin. I started hopping up frantically, shouting and doing everything to send back the intruder. At last, I saw a bug crawling towards the back of the bed, and I sighed. A sigh of relief.

I took in my surroundings. There was a small bean bag, crumpled to its best ability, creating many dumps here and there. Some yellow coloured cup, with a creak was kept on one of the side-tables, and a lamp was shoved down rather clumsily under it. There wasn't anything else worth mentioning, so I'd leave you with this much info. I walked towards the other end of the bed, trying to find something for my feet. While in process several dirt particles touched my soft feet. I put on the first flip-flops I could find. Green mushy ones with a pink ribbon in the center. Perfect fit and the only pretty thing till now. Wearing them on, I trudged outside the evil-claustrophobic room, which adorned itself with black spots which I knew were from some fire.

What was I expecting? A sudden change from a dirty rotten world to the court of some French palace? Right, I was. But I swear, outside was no better. If any thing else, it was worse. Even though there were no soot marks on the walls, there was a worse smell drifting in and from every corner of the room. I inhaled and exhaled simultaneously, and at one point it was hard for me to differentiate between the two. It felt like the walls were closing in on me, blocking the minimal fresh oxygen I had been able to receive till now.

The grayish colour of the walls gave way to a mustard tinged yellow, and suddenly it felt like the room had been transformed from the low-depressed state to a refreshing one. But still it remained ugly. The tacky colour was way too much for me to handle with one question repeating itself inside my head. Where was I? I could bet five hundred dollars on the fact that I had never been even remotely close to a garbage like this. Everywhere I saw beneath me, there were clothes dumped. Not kept. But dumped. Books were scattered down on the floor, and I had to practically skim over things to reach safe. Now tears were running down my eyes as I kept on inhaling the fumes.

One thing which I had not been noticing till now was that I was feeling lighter. Like I had just lost some calories. But I was just hallucinating, I told myself. There was no way I could have lost those extra pounce of bacon I had consumed yesterday, in a single night. Also, wasn't I feeling shorter? Like I had just shrunk.
"Hello?" I swooned, afraid now. All the excitement that was once encouraging me not to shout was soon vanishing and before I became completely uncontrollable, I wanted to get out. Alive. Not in an unrepairable condition. The four walls which were so called protecting me returned back my voice to me. Did I tell you that right now I was in a single big room, which led to a small entrance which looked to me like some kitchen? I guess not. Anyways, this silence was now freaking me out, accelerating my heart rate. I was losing my voice, and I wanted to remain on the track before I lost it.
"Hello?" I repeated. This time my heart leaped, on its best to jump out of my throat. I wasn't ready to handle more of this silence.
"Hey!" I heard. My heart came back to its place. Life jumped back into my body. I gripped my arms tighter, looking for the source of the voice. It sounded like of a boy. At the same time I heard something cook in the kitchen, though from where I stood I couldn't see it. Turning to my right, I saw a boy of my age slouched on a sofa, holding something that appeared like a PSP. Not that I knew much about these things.
His hair was golden in color, neatly parted to the right, and he kept on chewing something. He spared me a look, and went back to his PSP-ing. I noticed the way his gum smeared on his face and how he released his tongue and turned back the gum inside his mouth. Then a smirk would appear. He'd jump in excitement like some kid.
"Hey. You live here?" I felt the silence building itself again.
He looked up, shooting me an irritated look. "Not exactly."
"I was wondering if you could tell-" I began, but an enthusiastic voice stopped me halfway.
"There you are." A girl of same age as the guy and me landed right in front of me, holding a tray with some salami slices in it. I can swear I had not seen her coming. She wore a cream coloured tunic, with flowers of various colours printed on it. Straight from some fancy dress. I tried being humble and smiled. She could have been a murderer, waiting to slice down my throat. So better be cool.
"Um, do I know-" Another interruption.
She bent forward, brushing past my curls, and reaching for my ears. "I seriously like him." Hey, girl There shouldn't be a comma here and Hey girl sounds a little slang. Myabe leave it out completely and just leave~Why bother telling me?then why telling me?Go on, tell him. She seriously looked nuts to me.
"So what?"
She pursed her lips, a funny attempt to hide her smile, which I could still see.
"You've got to leave." She finally giggled, letting loose the glue that had held up her smile till then. Thanks, girl.Again no comma here and they 'girl' thing you have going here is just.. tacky. xD That's what I wanna do, too. Only if...
Not exactly interested to know why, I asked this silly question-how do you know him. She turned pale. Not in a serious sense, but she had that look which made me question my sanity. She was showing like I was completely out of my mind or something. Which I was starting to doubt, too.
"Now you wanna piss me off or something?" She asked. That took me off guard. She was being all so gentle and humble, all that giggly towards me, and one question from me-and mind you, a simple one, and she was all red.
"Hey, watch out." I defended myself.
"Don't act like you don't know about Drake." She calmed down, probably scared of me. She seemed pretty friendly to me and the more she acted normal towards me, the more I felt uneasy. She seemed to know me, then why was it that I couldn't remember her? Had I ever met her? In some pub or something? Or was she one of my classmates at New York? I doubted it. Her small sharp eyes and pointed nose was hardly something that could go unnoticed.
"I know him?" I asked, wondering if I did.
She nodded, and started walking back with the tray. I reached for her arm. "Wait." I looked all around me. Had I been in this place before? Were these teenagers somebodies whom I had known? Ever? Why the hell she pretended to know me? The questions kept on circling around me, rising up like a tornado and finally grasping tight my head. The more I thought the more I felt weird. "Do I know you?" I finally did ask.
The girl looked back, surprise ruining her face. Her eyebrows came closer to each other, her nose scrunching. Then the smile again returned back. She twisted her hand and through common sense I knew I had to leave her hand now. She walked to a nearest table and kept the tray. Meanwhile, I looked at the boy. He was still busy playing. I was damn sure he didn't care a darn about this girl. As I had imagined to be, she returned back. But what I had not thought of was she checking my head's temperature. I pulled myself back.
"What's this?" I asked rudely. The boy looked up.
"Have you hit something?" She asked, the lines on her forehead creasing her look. "I told you not to drink much. I know you were depressed...but that's. Whatever."
"Have you hit something? I asked you do I know you. That's it."
She folded her hands across her chest and her voice was shriller this time. "That's the problem. You don't know me? It's Casey, my dear." It was a relief. Now I didn't have to refer her as 'girl'; she had a name. But unfortunately I didn't recall having been friends with anyone named Casey.
"Sorry?"
"Apology accepted. Now leave before I kick you on your butt."
The anger within me was boiling hard, and before I twisted her bones, which I was sure were brittle enough to crack at my blow, I turned back. Breathing in the alcohol-chips infected air, I looked at her again. She wasn't there with me, but with that boy. PSP was gone. A beer bottle had replaced it. Drake licked the opening part of the bottle, while Casey gingerly made his plate of salami. The boy was disgusting. The girl was not some style diva herself, but she did deserve better than this kid. PSP playing kid. The way he licked it made me shudder. His tongue smacking out, and his eyes rolling at the sight of the bottle. Yikes!

When it was clear that I was definitely not wanted there, I returned back to the room. There was a jacket kept there which had obviously missed my sight before, and I took no time in grabbing it. Adding to my surprise, it was my fit. At least something was perfect. Walking out of the room again, I saw the disgusting couple dancing and kicking their legs up high in the air, while some Rihanna song played in the background. A beer bottle was kept on the sofa, and without their noticing it, I took it with me.

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Out of the house, I felt a bit relieved. Walking down the stairs I found how tired my whole body was. At joints, it created a creaking sound and I had to shake my body a bit before moving. Three flight of stairs and I was in the fresh air of the road. The building I had been suffocating in was built of red clay bricks, joined together with each other like Siamese twins, but the cement was leaking from the joints. Or maybe it had been leaking and now was stuck? Not sure.The windows were not very clean, and the alleyway on its right looked more of a garbage than the house had looked. The building right in front of me, and for a second I felt that it would lean down and crush me to death.

The sooner I left it, the better it was going to be, so I started scanning the area. In front of me was a small cycle repairing shop. In left there was a narrow road leading to God knows where and in the right there was a T-point. More options in the right. I jogged there. Both the sides of the road were full with same set of blocks as the one I had come from. Did they lack creativity?

The road was silent. Sun pecked my cheek, though harshly and as I squinted, I could feel the sunlight suffocating me. Layering itself around me, and strangling me to death. I was about to take off my jacket when I remembered what I had been wearing. I had not yet seen myself in a mirror, but I could make out that I must be looking a joke. Magenta spaghetti top with extra mini shorts. Not something a decent girl like me would go out wearing. So if the jacket was hiding my ugly dress even a bit, then I'd be glad to sweat.

As I walked along the road I had finally ended up choosing, I saw people. Finally. Not many, but mainly old lady types with a walking stick in one hand and a dog barking on their feet. One or two young ladies I saw even smiled at me. But I just glared. I was loosing up my etiquettes. But would you blame me? Just get up for once in an unknown garbage, meet perverts there and find yourself in a funny neighbourhood and I'd ask you about manners. Hell with them! I was going to faint anytime now, for I knew that soon my patience was going to give up on me. It was as it is bad waking up somewhere strange but the addition of not knowing where you were last night could drive you nuts.

Luckily, the beer bottle was open and without caring if somebody had drank from it before, I rose it to my lips and sucked inside its liquid. The moment the sweet heaven-like liquid touched my throat, a cool sensation dug down into the pit of my stomach. I felt cooler. Better. For a moment, it felt like all my worries and questions were erased by the mere entry of this liquid into my system. It had wiped off everything with it as it rushed down towards my bladder. I closed my eyes. Enjoyed the moment. Relaxed in it.

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Ten minutes later I could call myself alive. Alive in a sense that after a long time I found myself in people of my world. Whilst the ladies strolled down with the pram of their children, young kids ran up the road licking lollipops and sensible girls like me did their shopping, I felt relief. Also from where I stood, I could see signs all across, so maybe I was going to know the place I had been in.

My feet were barking by the time I reached a place which seemed like world. The neighbourhood was not a big affair. Some shops were opened while others declared of their owners' laziness. I strolled down the road, looking at the people who seemed to be enjoying their day out. At least they knew what was happening with them, and the reason they were there. But for me, this whole world looked like Narnia, the one I had never been in before. Still somewhat similar to the crappy place I had left from, this place had cleaner buildings. Their wasn't any cat or dog quarreling on the road and chasing each other down, the roads were a bit clean, but there was no sense of putting up the name of the place. I thought I would at least find some address, but no shop thought it was essential. I considered going in some shop and asking it myself, but then I didn't want to appear crazy. But then my desperation gave way to another idea in my mind. Was I going to meet these people again? So would it really matter what they thought of me? I didn't think so. I stepped into the shop.

Inside I had to barricade myself from the chilling air of the air-conditioners and I was grateful that I had brought this jacket along with me. The shop wasn't big, but I could call it neat if I ignored those hair pieces or strands(whatever)which were spread on the floor under the black revolving chair. A man was sitting on it, with a towel covering its face, so there wasn't any possibility of seeing him. Other than him, there was no body else in the room. I paced forward, my grip getting tighter around my arms.

My eyes locked to one of the mirrors. I froze. I had expected two blue eyes to stare back at me, like it always happens, but instead what greeted me was a glint of two green eyes. I never used contacts. My nose wasn't mine. My hair? They were blonde. I shrieked. It all made sense to me now. My mouth fell open. Was this me? No, it couldn't be. All came back to me, then. The weight loss. The curly hair. The shorter height.

It wasn't me...........Rebecca? What was I doing inside her? Or what she doing outside me?

"Oh, no!" I shouted, panicking as I ran from one place to another. Staring back at me wasn't my face, but my friend's. As the truth sink in me, my(Rebecca's actually) veins started throbbing and I could see them panicking too from under my skin.

I fainted.

When you can't take more of anything, just faint. Rule#1 of my diary.

The worst that could happen was this place

Yeah, that it was.

All these thing are possible in only movies, which my life was far away from.

It had to be me hallucinating.

While in process several dirt particles touched my soft feet. I put on the first flip-flops I could find.

But I was just hallucinating, I told myself.

and went back to his PSP-ing.

Various thoughts raced in my mind, bombarding it. I tried relaxing, but that was tougher than accepting the truth.

I fainted.

I could feel my heart popping up between my breasts, finding protection there.

The way he licked it made me shudder. His tongue smacking out, and his eyes rolling at the sight of the bottle.

There was a jacket kept there

"Ouch! Blood bee!" I screamed, rubbing my nose.

Jumping out of the bed, I found myself inspecting the vagueness of the situation. The last thing I could remember.....was driving. I had been driving, with...a cider bottle in hand? Yeah, that it was. I had tasted something salty...my tears they were. Nothing more. I didn't even remember hitting the sack.

I grumbled at the voices in my head for they were pushing me towards the Great Lake of Crazy. All these thing are possible in only movies, which my life was far away from. It had to be me hallucinating. But where was I? Why was I even here? Amongst this filth. Was this part of my hangover? Shut up!

Slowly, the uneasiness had spread from there to my shoulders, and within minutes I was dancing to the best of my ability.

I could bet five hundred dollars on the fact that I had never been even remotely close to a garbage like this. it should be just ’garbage’ I think. Everywhere I saw beneath me, there were clothes dumped.This sentence threw me off. It sounds like it should be ’beneath me, clothes had been dumped everywhere’.

There was no way I could have lost those extra pounce pounds? of bacon

I tried being humble and smiled. She could have been a murderer, waiting to slice down my throat. So better be cool.

Three flights of stairs and I was in the fresh air of the road.

Their There wasn't any cat or dog quarreling on the road and chasing each other down.

Shrubbery wrote:Oily smell of frying chips. Reeky smell of alcohol. Mixed together. Wafting into my nostrils.

Shrubbery wrote:I scrunched my nose in disgust, trying my best to block out every possible particle from entering into my nose. But my efforts were going into vain, as the smell lingered into my nose and I groaned. I tried catching the bloody bee that had dared to disrupt my sleep. But the only thing I got back was handful of oxygen. Squatted again. To no avail.

Shrubbery wrote:It's not that I didn't try forgetting it and sleeping, but the bee was adamant to go on this way. Maybe it was too craving for its death.

Shrubbery wrote:"Ouch! Bloody bee!"

Shrubbery wrote:When I was about to get off my bed, I noticed some weird smell, which couldn't have been either of the alcohol or the chips.

Shrubbery wrote:I sniffled the blanket, and the shriek I made then can't be described in words. I finally realized that the blanket had been releasing poisonous fumes for my nose and without giving any heck about anything else, I threw my blanket and stood there on the bed.

Shrubbery wrote:How worse this can be?

Shrubbery wrote:All these thing are possible in only movies, which my life was far away from.

Shrubbery wrote:There wasn't anything else worth mentioning, so I'd leave you with this much info.

Shrubbery wrote:Wearing them on, I trudged outside the evil-claustrophobic room, which adorned itself with black spots which I knew were from some fire.

Shrubbery wrote:One thing which I had not been noticing till now was that I was feeling lighter.

Shrubbery wrote:There was no way I could have lost those extra pounce of bacon I had consumed yesterday, in a single night.

Shrubbery wrote: I can swear I had not seen her coming.

Shrubbery wrote:She bent forward, brushing past my curls, and reaching for my ears. "I really like him. He's Drake. The one I used to tell you 'bout?" Hey, girl. Then why telling me? Go tell him. And when did this lady tell me, if I had been seeing her for the first time?

Shrubbery wrote:"Now you wanna fight me?" She asked.

Shrubbery wrote:"Apology accepted. Now leave before I kick you on your butt."

Shrubbery wrote:Three flights of stairs and I was in the fresh air of the road.

Shrubbery wrote:In left there was a narrow road leading to God knows where and on the right there was a T-point.

Shrubbery wrote:I had not yet seen myself in a mirror, but I could make out that I must be looking a joke.

Shrubbery wrote:It was as it is bad waking up somewhere strange but the addition of not knowing where you were last night could drive you nuts.

Shrubbery wrote:Sometimes I could feel myself trapped in a lift, with no hope of me returning out safe there.

Shrubbery wrote:Only if I knew what had happened yesterday night.

Shrubbery wrote:My hair? They were blonde

"Hold on, Alicia. It's just some weird dream," I kept on repeating, wedging out every thought that said otherwise.

The last thing I could remember.....<honestly, too much periods. stick with three>was driving.

I inhaled and exhaled simultaneously, and at one point it was hard for me to differentiate between the two.

Yeah, that it was.

my tears they were.

Anyways, this silence was now freaking me out, accelerating my heart rate. I was losing my voice, and I wanted to remain on the track before I lost it.

I had not yet seen myself in a mirror, but I could make out that I must be looking like a joke.

As I walked along the road I had finally ended up choosing, I saw people.

Finally. Not many, but mainly old lady types with a walking stick in one hand and a dog barking on their feet.

The shop wasn't big, but I could call it neat if I ignored those hair pieces or strands<space>(whatever)<space>which were spread on the floor, under the black revolving chair.

I had expected two blue eyes to stare back at me, like it had always happensed, but instead what greeted me was a glint of two green eyes.

It was blonde...

Afraid to break the image, I touched the mirror, moving hands on the outline of the face.

The image didn't ripple and fade away, which I thought could happen.

Rule#1 of my diary: When you can't take more of anything, just faint.