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I hear someone... Something trying to open the door. I know that no matter how much heavy stuff I put in front of it, any minute now it will give out. But I really could use the time.

I dry the tears from my face. It's like the eighth time I do it in the last minute or so but I really don't care. I will cry now because soon I will have to be strong. I should be getting used by now, but it's not easy.

My hand hurts from holding this piece of wood. It is chipped, annoying to the grip, bloodied and worst of all, I used it to kill a man... Well something like it. I'd rather not call it a man. I hate the stake with all my heart, but I keep grabbing it with all the strength that my right hand can manage, because it may be the only thing that can allow me to get out of here alive.

The door rumbles again. I jump a little from my spot and keep waiting, preparing myself for the moment when the thing comes in. I have put a drawer with lots of clothes, a bed, a chandelier and five chairs in front of it. It should hold on for a while, I guess.

Last time I saw myself in the mirror, my face was totally covered in blood, so I am afraid to open my mouth. I really don't want the blood to get in, because who knows if that could turn me into one of them... those.

There is also blood splattered all over my dress. It was red to start with, so it is a bit hard to tell apart. I guess it is more scandalous to see that I tore it around the legs. I could barely move with it as it was before, I was not going to run like that.

The pink walls of the dressing room are really getting me mad. It's like a sick joke, trying to convince me that everything is alright and cheerful while outside of this room all hell is breaking loose.

"I wish this was a dream," I say out loud, like it makes any of this less real, or like Dorothy going home just by wanting to be there. I know it is stupid, but I am running out of choices.

The wall next to me starts to break. I yell. I should have known, it has been a while since the last time it had banged the door. I move to the center of the room and prepare, holding the piece of wood tighter than ever.

"Courage, Katy. You can do this." I know perfectly well that I can't.

Boom. The pink walls start to crack. Boom. Dust starts to fall off. Boom. Pieces of the wall fall towards my side, showing the grey room on the other side.

Crash.

The wall basically explodes, making me fall, and behind it there is a teenage girl wearing an awful pink and blue Hot n Cold T-Shirt. She looks at me and smiles. I am clearly what she was looking for.

"This is it, Katy," she tells me. She smells like blood and cheap perfume. "You are cornered. It was just a matter of time, though. Soon you will be among us." She smiles, showing me her pointy fangs.

An obsessed fangirl, perhaps? I guess it makes a bit more sense. Just a bit, though.

The improvised stake is behind me, but I try not to look while I crawl back and grab it. Surprising her is the only resource I have.

"Don't run away from the power of Gods!" She yells, jumping towards me. I grab the stake and point it towards her general direction, looking back... I am a coward, but I can't stand to see this.

A squirt of blood stains my cheek and hair. I look at her. She has my stake in her chest. She jumped right into it.

...It didn't turn her to dust, though. It just made her bleed a lot.

More blood squirts into my face, almost getting in my eyes. For fuck's sake how much blood does she have? I release the stake and walk back towards the closest wall. I don't want to deal with this.

...She is sure bleeding lots. The stain of blood is at first absorbed by the yellow carpet, but soon turns into a small pool. The smell is awful.

My god will I drown in this girl's blood? How can she still be bleeding? I corner myself, avoiding stepping on the dark red stain... It soon stops, though. Thank God. I sit down on the floor and stop to think.

The concert was almost over so when I hid in here it was about 1:30 am. Then I... actually don't know how long I have been here, but it should be over an hour I guess, and it's summer so the sun rises early... I don't really know how early, though.

"Please God, Allah, Buddha, whatever, let them be allergic to sunlight like all the other vampires ever," I pray in a low voice. I am not really that confident about it, though.

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I hear someone... Something trying to open the door. I know that no matter how much heavy stuff I put in front of it, any minute now it will give out. But I really could use the time.

I dry the tears from my face. It's like the eighth time I do it in the last minute or so but I really don't care. I will cry now because soon I will have to be strong. I should be getting used by now, but it's not easy.

My hand hurts from holding this piece of wood. It is chipped, annoying to the grip, bloodied and worst of all, I used it to kill a man... Well something like it. I'd rather not call it a man. I hate the stake with all my heart, but I keep grabbing it with all the strength that my right hand can manage, because it may be the only thing that can allow me to get out of here alive.

The door rumbles again. I jump a little from my spot and keep waiting, preparing myself for the moment when the thing comes in. I have put a drawer with lots of clothes, a bed, a chandelier and five chairs in front of it. It should hold on for a while, I guess.

Last time I saw myself in the mirror, my face was totally covered in blood, so I am afraid to open my mouth. I really don't want the blood to get in, because who knows if that could turn me into one of them... those.

There is also blood splattered all over my dress. It was red to start with, so it is a bit hard to tell apart. I guess it is more scandalous to see that I tore it around the legs. I could barely move with it as it was before, I was not going to run like that.

The pink walls of the dressing room are really getting me mad. It's like a sick joke, trying to convince me that everything is alright and cheerful while outside of this room all hell is breaking loose.

"I wish this was a dream," I say out loud, like it makes any of this less real, or like Dorothy going home just by wanting to be there. I know it is stupid, but I am running out of choices.

The wall next to me starts to break. I yell. I should have known, it has been a while since the last time it had banged the door. I move to the center of the room and prepare, holding the piece of wood tighter than ever.

"Courage, Katy. You can do this." I know perfectly well that I can't.

Boom. The pink walls start to crack. Boom. Dust starts to fall off. Boom. Pieces of the wall fall towards my side, showing the grey room on the other side.

Crash.

The wall basically explodes, making me fall, and behind it there is a teenage girl wearing an awful pink and blue Hot n Cold T-Shirt. She looks at me and smiles. I am clearly what she was looking for.

"This is it, Katy," she tells me. She smells like blood and cheap perfume. "You are cornered. It was just a matter of time, though. Soon you will be among us." She smiles, showing me her pointy fangs.

An obsessed fangirl, perhaps? I guess it makes a bit more sense. Just a bit, though.

The improvised stake is behind me, but I try not to look while I crawl back and grab it. Surprising her is the only resource I have.

"Don't run away from the power of Gods!" She yells, jumping towards me. I grab the stake and point it towards her general direction, looking back... I am a coward, but I can't stand to see this.

A squirt of blood stains my cheek and hair. I look at her. She has my stake in her chest. She jumped right into it.

...It didn't turn her to dust, though. It just made her bleed a lot.

More blood squirts into my face, almost getting in my eyes. For fuck's sake how much blood does she have? I release the stake and walk back towards the closest wall. I don't want to deal with this.

...She is sure bleeding lots. The stain of blood is at first absorbed by the yellow carpet, but soon turns into a small pool. The smell is awful.

My god will I drown in this girl's blood? How can she still be bleeding? I corner myself, avoiding stepping on the dark red stain... It soon stops, though. Thank God. I sit down on the floor and stop to think.

The concert was almost over so when I hid in here it was about 1:30 am. Then I... actually don't know how long I have been here, but it should be over an hour I guess, and it's summer so the sun rises early... I don't really know how early, though.

"Please God, Allah, Buddha, whatever, let them be allergic to sunlight like all the other vampires ever," I pray in a low voice. I am not really that confident about it, though.