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I had another dream. I've been getting them since I got here. I'd have dreams where I'd live my life regularly, with my regular problems and in my regular home before all of this but then everything goes dark or in other words twisted. Gore, disaster, or just simple cut offs before something happens. No matter what happens I wake up sweating with tears that drag my face down, each time I do Charlie looks at me like I'm crazy. I keep overhearing her talking about how weird and obviously 'not normal' I am as if the walls were feet thick.
It mostly consists of Charlie gossiping about me to Macie, the third oldest, which always leads May to lecture them for it. Macie is pretty ordinary, she isn't always angry like Charlie or quiet like me. She doesn't seem out to get me either. Though I get the impression she doesn't like me from all the times she's avoided and scooted away from me, I couldn't care less. I prefer it to be honest. She's always out of the house. She has some friends around the area. A boy with stubby hair and deep smudgy eyeliner.
And a girl with brutally dyed hair, she always wears skirts and crop tops all in black. Macie has a water down look compared to them. She normally wears simple blue jeans and dark colored T-shirts. Although she wears heavy boots with spikes, cuffs that match her shoes on her wrists, and generic chokers. Her skin is pale like her friend's, porcelain dolls with an aura that cuts. May lets me lay down in her room when she's busy. Her room is on the second floor with a big window above her bed.
Some days when I'm too tired to go out I climb to the roof from the window. There I sit for hours at a time observing. Whenever her friends come around they look at me how Charlie looks at me. Their judgment, louder than their clothes, they stare. Macie gives me a dirty look as she exits the house with them. They leave whispering among each other and running off into town. Her long dirty blonde hair always seems to captivate me. But even for staring I get dirty looks.
Everything I do is wrong. And I'm okay with that. Charlie always says I must've been a lunatic in my past. And maybe she's right. Deep down I know she's right.