Entry 9: Tabitha Dreams of a Lake of Red

Tabitha’s shoes tapped frantically against the surface of the blood red lake. Overhead, a crimson sky displayed menacingly. Something was watching her (something horrifying). She dared not look. She just ran (ran as fast as her legs would take her).

It was watching (always watching). It wouldn’t stop. She pushed herself harder and somehow managed to run faster. Her hands grew clammy. The color drained from her face. Her legs were on fire, feeling like they may fall off at any moment. She had reached her limit. She couldn’t continue.

The terrified girl fell to her knees in fatigue, using her arms to prop her torso up. Her legs felt dead. Her tears began falling, splattering down upon the red lake’s solid surface. She could feel it still watching. It wouldn’t go away.

The pink haired girl awoke in a cold sweat, glancing about the room frantically. Her brown eyes stopped on her friend (still asleep in the pail), and she gave a sigh of relief. “Just a nightmare,” she murmured and laid back down.

The silvery half moon watched her from the window, sending a shiver down her spine. The feeling of pinpricks began coming to her, a grimace settling in on her face. She suddenly found herself wishing that that window had curtains or something. With an ever so slight eep she pulled the blanket over her head, hiding from the moon’s stare.

“This is silly,” Tabitha muttered, peeking out from the cover. “It’s just the moon.”

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Entry 10: Tabitha Has Breakfast With Nymph

The brown eyed girl roused from her slumber, the sun’s warm rays falling across her face. She yawned, sitting up and stretching her arms, the twin sized bed creaking slightly beneath her. Getting out of the bed, she glanced to Nymph’s bucket, finding it empty. Guess her friend had already gotten up.

Tabitha sniffed the air, a faint yet mouth watering smell coming to her. Could her friend be cooking? It was certainly possible. The pink haired girl crept down the stairs, following the growing scent to the kitchen. She poked her head in and took a look. Sure enough, she found Nymph standing at the stove, cooking something.

“Morning, Nymph! Want some help? No. Guess I’ll just sit at the table then.” Tabitha plopped down on a wooden chair. Her brown eyes followed Nymph as the water girl finished cooking.

Nymph walked over, holding a pair of plates, her liquid body jiggling with her steps. She placed one plate in front of her pink haired friend and placed the other down for herself. Taking a seat, she looked across the table expectantly.

Tabitha took a spoonful of the cheesy potato and egg scramble and popped it into her waiting mouth. “Good going, Nymph! This is delicious!” she complimented with a smile.

Nymph giggled happily before picking up her spoon. She dug into the meal, the delectable morsels from her plate promptly disappearing into her mouth in sequence. Considering she was made out of water, how did that even work?