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I start to develop a strange power, what will I do?

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Chapter #6

Panic and call for help

    by: BeeJay Author IconMail Icon
"Mom!" Maybe it's not very goth to ask your parents for help, but I couldn't think of any other way to get back down off the ceiling.

A few minutes later, Mom knocked on my door and opened it, sticking her head inside. "Did you call me, hon - Where are you?"

"Up here."

Mom looked up and turned pale. "Wha... How did you get up there?"

"I don't know. I just woke up, and here I was. Can you help get me down?"

"I... I suppose I can try," she said, making her way to the side of my bed. "Can you give me your hand?"

I gave it a try, and surprised myself by succeeding.

Mom grasped my hand and gave it a tug. That must have been all that was needed to break whatever held me up there, because I fell right on top of her. It knocked the wind out of both of us.

Once we could breathe again, Mom said, "You'd better get ready for school, Lilith."

"You think I should still go, after... after whatever this was?"

"If I kept you home, I'd have to explain why. And I'd rather not tell your new principal that you and gravity suddenly need to work things out."

I couldn't argue with that. "Let me fix myself up, and I'll grab some cereal downstairs."

Since I'd have to wash after P.E., there was no sense putting on my powder, so I kept my makeup simple: black mascara, purple eyeliner, black lipstick, and black nail polish. Then I checked my hair for roots showing through: nothing major, so I could let it slide until later. I got my products from a goth supplier online. It cost more than store-bought, but that stuff never had the right shade, especially the hair dye. Of course, after one store-bought product started making people's hair fall out, my stuff looked a lot more reasonable.

I brushed my hair. My hair was straight and shoulder-length, with bangs cut in a wide V. Once I was presentable, I went downstairs for breakfast.
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