Angela lets out a vicious scream as she tries to maintain her balance while being on the top of a really large building. The breeze touches her skin, and the wind pushes her backwards, which makes her fall, but not off the building, but on the roof of the building.
She shakes profusely as she looks around her, trying to understand how she got into this position; however, she did it, and she doesn't understand. She remembers she was at the lodge one minute and now she's here the next. How she got here, she doesn't understand; she's so scared and confused.
"What the hell?" she says, looking around her. There has to be an explanation for this, a very serious situation, because there's no way she voluntarily got up here, no way.
Or was she drugged? That could be the only explanation for how she ended up here. She was drugged and dragged to the roof of a tall building. She stands up, but her legs still quiver. How is this even possible? It shouldn't be.
She remembers seeing that demonic creature following that girl; it was following that girl to do God knows what to her, and people were walking past like they didn't see anything. And genuinely, it did feel like she was the only one who could see the creature. Because the girl the creature was following didn't even notice that something was following her. She looked distressed, yes, but she didn't feel like someone who was running or being chased by a monster.
She didn't think that there was a monster under her bed.
So why was Angela the only person who could see the monster? Or could it be that the monster is the one who brought her here, like an eagle bringing food to her chicks? Does the monster have chicks?
"Oh my God, this isn't funny, this isn't funny at all," she says distastefully. She wants to get down from here; she hates heights, and getting down is the only thing she wants to do.
She just stands there in the middle, not wanting to go to the edge of the building because she will panic and she will, in fact, fall. So she just shuts her eyes, and the only thing she can do at this point is cry.
But you don't cry in a changing room of a shopping store at the mall. Because that is where she is right now. She opens her eyes, and she stops crying immediately when she sees where she is. She's in utter shock, yet she's still confused. How did she get here now?
What even is going on? Is she dreaming? This doesn't feel like a dream, but it does at the same time.
"Miranda!" she hears someone sing, and the person's voice is getting closer. The person opens up the curtains to find someone who isn't, in fact, Miranda. Angela just stands there watching the tall, strange woman look her up and down. Angela does the same thing.
"You're not Miranda," the woman says, squinting her eyes. "But you have a perfect figure, come, come, come, I'm going to show you a pretty dress that you're going to like." She pulls Angela out of the space she was in, and Angela realises she is in a shopping mall.
So she went from being at a club for teenagers, to landing on the roof of a large building, to being at a shopping mall. It feels like someone is playing a super sick prank on her.
It's either this is a prank for a new prank show on MTV, or she is just a sick, sick human being, and she's going through a mental break.
But if she's going through a mental break, would she even be at a shopping mall? Shopping should heal her mental breakdown. This doesn't feel like a dream, and it doesn't feel like some kind of psychotic break. It feels real like…
She's teleporting.
"This is the dress, try it on," the woman beams at her, giving her a beautiful purple dress. Maybe this is a dream after all, because how did she know that she would love this kind of dress?
And all of a sudden, Angela forgot she wasn't supposed to be in here. She smiles, taking the dress from the woman and going straight to the dressing room.
She takes off her leather boots and her clothes, then puts on her purple dress. She flips her jet black hair, and she looks down at the dress she's just worn.
She mutters something to herself in Spanish. She loves the dress, she really does.
Now she has to walk out of the changing room to look at herself in the full-length mirror, but before she even lifts the curtain, she screams at the top of her lungs when she finds herself at a movie cinema and everyone's watching The Craft.
They all shush at her, and she sinks in her chair, but she's not supposed to be sinking in her chair. She's supposed to be walking out of this place. So that is what she does, she sneaks out of the theatre. She looks down, and she's currently wearing the purple dress that she wore at the mall, and she's barefoot.
"Oh no."
Her clothes are back there, and so are her boots. Now that the woman is going to think Angela stole the dress, she has to go back there and give the dress back and take back her own clothes. But first, she has to wash her face in the bathroom because this is getting too much for her.
She runs barefoot into the ladies' room, splashes water on her face, and looks at herself in the mirror, almost in tears.
"What the hell is happening to me?" she whines.
This has got to be teleportation, she thinks to herself, she has got to be teleporting. She is moving from one place to the other, but she doesn't know why; this has never happened to her before. Could the accident have given her superpowers?
No, that's absurd, this is not some movie. She doesn't have superpowers; she's just an ordinary girl. And she has never in her life thought of having superpowers in her years of living. But it seems like she does because how does she begin to explain this?
"Okay, you are not insane," she reassures herself. She hears the doors open, and in come these loud girls who are laughing among themselves. They seem to be making fun of someone.
"What kind of freak mental illness is autism?" says the stylish blonde girl. Angela would be lying if she said she didn't like her dress. All the girls dress nicely, and they're all in the bathroom to wash their hands, except some actually came here to use the toilet.
These girls remind her of her and her old friends. Beautiful, skinny, entitled bitches.
"Yeah, like you expect me to believe people who were born with autism aren't alien," her friend agrees with her.
"Or trolls," the blonde one says, and they all laugh.
Somehow that stings Angela; she doesn't have autism, but it feels like they're talking about her. But at the same time, she feels like she's the one saying all that mean stuff.
Angela has never said or thought about something like this, but what they're saying isn't very nice.
"Okay, let's get out of here before the boys think we're lezzing out."
One of them gasps. "As if!"
And they all burst out laughing.
"Nice dress," the blonde one says to Angela in a grimaced smile. Angela knows that smile all too well; it's fake. She used to pull that smile.
Luckily, Angela knows how to handle such girls because she was once like her. So she pulls a grimaced smile as well. "Thank you," Angela says. The girl is taken aback by Angela's fake smile, and she furrows her brow and then walks away.
A bitch recognises another bitch.
Good.
"Succu bitches." Angela says after they're gone.
She cannot believe she used to be like those girls. Being mean isn't fun, and it doesn't make you cool; it makes you pathetic and embarrassing.
"Ugh," she groans, and she walks out of the bathroom and heads out of the cinema. Now she's barefoot, and she doesn't know where to go from here.
She hears laughter. She turns to see those girls getting into the car, and it seems like they're laughing at her. Angela pays them no mind; she doesn't care for them, all she wants to do is go home.
She looks around for a cab, and then she spots something strange across the street. There it is again, a dark creature following a woman; she doesn't seem to know that something is following her.
Angela doesn't seem to understand it, but she has this urge to help her. She doesn't have to, but she does. It's not like this is a serial killer or a strange man who is following her; it's a monster which looks way worse, and weirdly enough, she's the only one who can see this creature; no one else can.
She argues with herself about whether she should follow this woman; she has to help her, she has to.
"Ugh, dio mio!" She whines and then crosses the street. Running after the lady. She's gotten into a dark alleyway, and Angela follows her.
All Angela can hear now is a crying sound. The woman is in tears, but to her greatest surprise, the thing that has been following her seems to be sucking the life out of her.
Its mouth is wide open, and it's sucking their energy.
What the fuck is this thing? And why the fuck does Angela have the urge to destroy it?