I'm walking through
the living room with Wes, Olivia, Dan, Lili and Ellie. I'm dressed head to toe
in red and I'm wearing ridiculously high heels. I kick open the backdoor
dramatically and step out to confront someone but nobody is there: Dan suggests
that maybe my opponent is late.
I don't exactly know
who I'm there to fight. I just know
(somehow) that I'm here to throw hands and win and that my friends are here
acting like some kind of henchmen back-up.
Dan speaks up again
and suggests they all wait in the garage and tells me to yell out when I need
back-up. I agree and hand him the keys. As they all walk off, Ellie hands me a
pair of white, suede, heel-less platforms (also known as ghost shoes) and tells
me they will help in the fight. I raise an eyebrow at her but she walks off
without another word.
I look down to see
an albino snail by my feet. His little eyestalks come out and he looks up at
me. I feel myself smile.
I look up again and
Jayne Brook is there in a dramatic, black, villain outfit. She has a long cape
and sharp, shoulder pads. Standing next to her in a pink wig and a white
business suit is the drag queen Sharon Needles.
I bend down and
start putting the white heels on. Jayne Brook readies herself into a fighting
position. We both face each other with our fists raised for a minute until she
sighs and drops her arms to her sides. She says she's tired of fighting: I
agree and comment that it feels like we've been fighting for decades. She
suggests we just let Sharon Needles fight my group of friend-henchmen. I agree
to her terms, shake her hand and watch as she leaves through the living room.
Sharon walks over to
me. She stands in front of me, smiles and crushes the albino snail under her
heel. I stare at her in horror as she twists her shoe and then storms off to
the garage.
-
We're on a Viking
ship. I'm sitting next to Brienne, who is trying not to vomit into a bucket. I
look around and all of the GoT
characters are on this voyage. Everyone looks serious, as if we're heading into
battle. I then hear the captain yelling orders, and as I look up, it's Kit
Harrington...in a red dress. He's wearing a full-length, red ball-gown with his
hair tied up into a bun with a red ribbon. He's yelling motivational things as
Jon Snow but I can't help but start laughing. All the characters scowl at me as
if I'm being disrespectful.
I try and explain
that Jon's character doesn't dress like that but Arya Stark tells me to shut up
or she'll gut me. Tormund leans over and whispers "I'd fuck him in that
dress."
-
We're in someone's
uni bedroom. I don't know how I can tell that: I just can for some reason.
Lili, Pea and I are sitting on the bed. Lili is in her pyjamas, so I assume
it's her room (even though it looks nothing like her room in real life).
We're all discussing
university and how it's had an adverse effect on our mental health. My stomach
grumbles loudly and Pea rolls over and lazily groans "saaame". We
decide to order food, so she opens her laptop. The Google home-screen is seemingly
inverted, with the white background being black and the text being a cobalt
blue. Pea comments that she wants to order from somewhere called Taco Pizza,
where they put slices of pizza in taco shells and douse them in hot cheese. I
counter with a desire to order from Papa Johns and explain that I always order
from there when I come to London because we can't get it delivered back home in
Wivenhoe.
-
Cut back to the
garden. Sharon Needles is storming up the garden with a very blackened eye,
followed by Wes and Lili looking very smug. She walks over to me to have a go
at me but I don't want to hear what she has to say: I swing my fist at her for
smashing the snail from earlier.
She dodges and
uppercuts me hard. I maintain my balance and punch her in the ribs, making her
fall to the floor and wriggle around in pain. Lili runs over to check if I'm
okay. I can feel one of my molars moving slightly in the gum but I shake my
head and say I'm fine.
Wes and Lili go into
the house and I stand outside for a moment, looking at the snail on the floor.
Upon initial inspection, the shell looks undamaged but, as I start to move him
around, the snail comes out of his shell to reveal puncture wounds throughout
his little body.
I start freaking
out, however, when I realise it's bleeding red blood like a human would. I grit
my teeth in panic and yell: the tooth split on impact. I open my mouth and spit
it out. It's a yellow/brown colour.
-
It's midnight. I'm
in bed, nearly drifting off. Just before I slip into deep sleep, I hear a loud
camera shutter. I sit up, delirious, looking around the room. There's no one
there. I hear it again and walk over to my window to investigate: out in her garden,
Mary is standing there in the dark with someone else, taking photos.
At first, I thought
she was photographing our garden but
then I realised it was hers. I overhear
her conversation with whoever was out there with her and hear her say
"can't wait to move."
I jump back into bed
and message the house chat about it but Wes is sceptical. I go back to sleep
and, the next morning, I come downstairs to see Wes looking out of the kitchen
window at the moving van. Men are walking back and forth, loading various pieces
of furniture from Mary's house.
"Well, you told
me so," Wes said as I walked over. I open my mouth to reply but more teeth
fall out. They've turned a charcoal colour and I can feel them splitting in
mouth, the sharp edges digging into my gums. I start panicking and pull them out
on the left side: they slip out painlessly but the sight of them sends me into
a frenzy of ripping all of them out. Wes turns to see me yanking my molars out
and tries to pull my hand away, telling me to stop, but I can't: I just have an
urge to pull them out, like popping a spot or itching a scratch.
Eventually, I pull
out all of the bottom left teeth and close my mouth, feeling my upper teeth
rest comfortably against my gums. I want to smile but I become self-conscious.
