Gone.

[Mariella Star]

MARIELLA
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The present and past mingled in the girl's mind, then morphed together so she couldn't tell which one was which as she sat next to the step which lead to Classic Pub. Happy shouts and drunken chatting went into one ear, then were drowned out by the peircing scream of Mariella's younger siblings as they sat in her head. It was a shame, she managed to think, that none of the "people" that came to visit her were from the past. But then again, would she even notice if they were?

Terror-filled howls echoed across the town, but only for Mariella.. and possibly her company for that morning. A turn of the cranium and she could see the other girl: A luminous figure of a sickly yet still very beautiful young girl-- seven, maybe eight years old-- who lived in her glowing, tattered dress that hung to her knobby knees. Black-blue curls twisted down to her shoulders, and on the top of her head, a deformed bow sat. Her eyes were cold, and her pupils were so diolated, they gave the girl's look a horrific twist. Scary, pretty, mysterious, and yet Mariella felt nothing but indifference for her. The ghostly girl had friend potential, but today, the distracting screams in Mariella's head left no room for talking to the beings that stalked her.

"And we all go to hell," Mariella muttered quietly, darkly, and looked to the left were a shadowy alley sat. Anothery shrill cry, and her eyes closed. Why had memories bothered to haunt her today? Why couldn't they be nice memories, anyways? Ah, because hardly anything nice came to Mariella. Without letting her lids slide back open, Mariella titled her head up to the sun, and she felt its warmth hit the scar along her face. The heat of the sun and the coldness she flet inside smashed together against her skin and she felt a burning. It flourished until it covered her whole body, but she ignored the pain, just let the sunshine try to kill her.

That was life for her. Suffering and agony; death and more death; darkness and more suffering. She could never escape the grasp of her insanity, the strong fingers that held her down in a pool of torture. Mental wars constantly raged on inside her; the burn of the sun was nothing to her. Because this was life, cold and hard.

Mariella felt the air stir. "What is the nonsense you speak of, Mary Jane?" The spirit had a sweet, high voice, but there was also an edge to it-- an odd mixture of good and evil, just like her appearance suggested.

"Mariella." And finally she allowed herself to see again and stood up, then leaned against the brick of the pub. She felt dizzy and she spun around until she was under the cool shadow of the alley. Her friend of sorts followed her. Mariella was about to add something to her reply, but a tug was felt at her waist, and she started to give her own scream to mix in with the others she heard. A hand covered her mouth and then pressure was felt on her arm, tugging on her scarred skin. What was happening? Mariella thrashed and kicked; the volume of the shreiks inside her increased; and she yelled out despite the hand over her lips. That just fueled the kidnapper though, and she was quickly dragged even further into the alley..

And Mariella's follower giggled.

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WORD COUNT: 580
TAGGED: Mariella and her trippy friends
MARIELLA IS: Crazy and kidnapped
MUSE: Okay-ish
NOTES: Here's the start of the subplot.. =DD