For some reason which I don't think I'm allowed to tell.. well not just yet anyway... I feel as if everything, and I mean everything, is about to change. Like what's been happening these past few weeks has been such a week of drama and awkward gayness. I can't think of any other words to describe it but just that. Awkward Gayness. Yes.
Anyway, I feel as if that's just the beginning of it all and some more shttt is gonna happen soon. So I guess, the question I've been asking myself during all this time is, should I sit back and see where all of this crap ends up? Or should I kick the driver in the face and hijack this mthaaafkkinngggg plaaaaane. YEAH BABY. .

Okay, well that totally did not end up saying what I wanted it to say so I'm gonna um.. bye.

Oh
I was looking through my old posts because I don't really know why and LOOKYLOOKY.
I said I was going to upload the whole story, but I TOTALLY forgot until now and like yeah. WOOOOO FOR STORIES.
It's written in segments by JZ, Michael, Liming and I.
Go forth and allow your eyes to devour it's epic strangeness.

The Unknown.

She looked into the eyes of her saviour.
'Why?' she wondered.
Out of all the people in her world of high class champagne and sparkling outfits, it was him again. He didn't even know her. So why?
But she knew the answer already. The reason why this person was on the outside was because she was blocking all the attempts the person was making to get in. Ignorance from her kind could only have led to this. She felt pathetic. Anything and everything that she did or did not do, was not worth his kindness.
She quickly glanced at her watch.
1am.
What was he doing in an alley like this anyway?
His kind wasn't allowed here.
She was confused and scared. Why couldn't she just thank him and head home where she was expected 3 hours ago.
His face was half masked in darkness, yet she could still recognise his distinct features. His blonde scraggly hair shielded most of the scars that had formed from the last time they had met.
Yet something about his presence tonight had frightened her. The fact that his eyes were emitting an ominous glow through the bleak cover of the night. The fact that the darkness always seemed to silhouette their strange meetings.
No, no. This time it was the fact that his leg which should've been oozing with blood from the sudden attack, was...... not...... bleeding.
The vicious growl of the dogs had now turned into a weak whimper as they scampered away, defeated.
"Umm, tha.."
She had meant to thank him but it was as fast as he came, that any trace of his presence quickly vanished into the dark of the night.


She opens her eyes, realising she's in bed. Her bedroom looks just as normal as before, but the nightmare she experienced makes her feel somewhat scared about the shimmering light from outside. "The third time already."She thinks to herself, "Who is this man? What is happening between us? And why me?" She gets up to grab herself some water, thinking that would chill her out.


As she moves her way to the kitchen, a man appears behind the French windows in her bedroom, glaring at her back. The dim moonlight serenely touches the unnoticeable scars of this man... 


She squinted.
Something was moving on the man's face.
The scars.
They were spreading out all over.
Slowly, slowly his whole face became entrenched with lines.
It seemed that any sudden movement would cause his whole face to crack in half...


She was frozen, she could not move. His cold deathly glare stopped her in her tracks. His scars told the story of a man with troubles but his young face told a different story.


He put his finger to his lips, making sure she remained quiet as he opened the window and approached her...


(LOLOLOL)
She was amazed and amused.
She walked towards the man, dabbed his nose softly, like a child touching multicolored candies for the first time.
Enormous pieces of his face started falling down...


Her fingers trembled as the pieces crumbled in her grip. What was once features were now a fine dust that slipped through her fingers and landed on the newly polished wooden floor. She looked down at the pile of dust building by her feet. It glittered like diamonds in the sunlight. Her heart started to beat faster and unevenly. Her breaths were short and painful. Her chest felt like it was caving in, choking her, restricing her from the air she was in need of.


Her eyes rose to face whatever was left of stalker, of the mysterious man that forever followed her. Her heart stopped what faced her now was not the man before, not the crumbling man whoes blonde hair covered the once were scars. She stared deep into his eyes, they were the same deep blue as before, the deep blue that caught her attetion, the deep blue that intrigued her. But he had changed his hair was still its dirty blonde but it wasnt hiding the hideous scars as it once did.


His skin was close to perfect, it was smooth and clear, almost transparent....



Looking closer at his face, caused her to blink rapidly. Her eyes started getting hot. It was heating up faster and faster.
"AHH, WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?" she screamed.
The man laughed.
"Too hot for you, aye?" he replied.
Suddenly, all vision had escaped her. Darkness surrounded her once again, just like in her dreams...


She tried to reach him in the air.
But he was vanished like witches in "Macbeth" (ahem..).
She haltingly put her hands down, hot tears streamed down her fair face.
"You are." she mumbled. 


She clutched at her chest and she could not breath.
"You... you are...the One"
She sobbed quietly until she could control her breathing. Lying on her bed, she stared up into the ceiling and beyond, wondering where this journey would end.
Would she find him again? Or would he disappear into the darkness and forever be a part of her? 

Try guessing who wrote which part LOL
Man is this post long.