The Rabbit's Foot: Chapter Three

So I roll out of bed and onto the floor, its cold and bare, fucking wood floors. Its still dark, I'm terrified of the dark, so its a good thing I live so close to the air port, just a small one. But close enough to where that blue and white rotating light flashes through my room about every six seconds.
Saves me from buying a night light.
I can't sleep and that shitty song is still stuck in my head, oh yeah, that's what was on that CDR, just one shitty song all about the world turning into cream or something. It feels like I've heard it before, but whatever. I get up.
Blue rolls across my room.
I walk towards my computer.
White rolls across my room.
I tap the mouse and I hear a thousand tiny pieces of sand hit the monitor and then it flashes to life.
Blue.
No one left me comments.
White.
I go back to bed.
Blue
I lie down.
White.
And all is black.
The sun hits my face, and I wake up. I walk to the shower and clean myself. When I get out I'm completely wet. I get back to my room, and stop dead in my tracks. Another package is sitting on my bed, it looks just like the one I got last night.
"Mom?" I shout without taking my eyes off of the package.
"Yeah, honey?" She answers back from another room.
"Where did this package come from?"
"Check the return address, Sweetheart." So I do. Some place called Pompey. Never heard of it. I sit on my bed next to the package, still dripping wet. By the time I muster up the courage to open it, I'm dry. Out slides another rabbit's foot and a letter:

Before time began
Questions of reality plagued my mind,
In youth I was naive,
But you see, I had always thought

That out somewhere beyond the stars,
Where univeres end,
People read and write as we do,
Like the stars, shining light

Out of every other star to feel
Selfless, I loved everything,
I radiate life like a star,
I radiate for all to see,

But in the vast nothingness of space,
Where darkness envelopes the light,
Where hope seems wasted and there is,
Nothing to see but faulty dreams,

I indulge in the insanities of exitense,
Then my confusion becomes clear and I understand,
Life is a hollow existence.

That had to be one of the most emo things I've read since chemo.
Hey, that rhymed.
I get dressed, I put on my red plaid skirt, black leg warmers, black top with a witty remark written on it, and a red wig to finish it off.
Oh, let's not forget my thick eye liner and black eye shadow.
God I love black, it goes with anything.
I leave with my two rabbit's feet, that crappy poem, and the CDR. You know, just in case I have the urge to look at any of them again.
A girl's gotta' be prepared for anything.
Let's jump cut through the boring stuff:
Get in car.
Turn up Tiësto.
Drive really really fast.
Get to school parking lot.
Park.
Pop some pills.
Walk to class.
I walk down the halls and everything blurs together like a BT music video. I start to get dizzy by the lights. I sit down, regain my composure.
I pop some more pills.
I look at one of the many bulletin boards through my school, and I drop my pills all over the hallway floor.

Sit down she said,
It was all just a dream,
Everybodies gone,
They've turned into cream,

Who am I?
She said to me.
Who am I?
The world is so obscene.
Who am I?
She said to me.
Who am I?
The world has turned into cream.

I just stare at the flyer for some shitty no-name poet, asking for a publisher. The words "Buy Yourself a New Face" are carved in red ink across the flyer. I tear the flyer off of the bulletin board and rush to class. I hurry to my seat; exhausted. I set my head back and close my eyes and breathe in deep. As I breathe out I choke-
"Hey!" I jump up and nearly out of my skin. "You have my flyer! Cool, do you know any publishers?"
No. I say. Oh. He says. I smile, the only think I can think of. I can't stop shaking. He's here to kill me. He's been stalking me. He wants me to read more of his poems.
He introduces himself.
"I'm Trevor." He puts his hand out. I take it out and shake it. "So did you get a package too?"
And all is black.

-Sir Jestro