How My Life Got Screwed Up Even More

I was going to scream but the attractive man covered my mouth. Oh, my God! He was on top of me. Suddenly, I was pregnant with a bunch of butterflies. The man crashed his lips onto mine. The butterflies were still there. When would they be born?

I was happy but confused. Who would want to kiss me? I'm ugly! Lisa says, "Everyone's a flower. You're just... a late bloomer. And all flowers are beautiful at some point." Maybe I'm a dead flower! Some kid picked me from the garden and I was detached from life. (If you don't know, people, when you pick up a flower it dies! So stop making people ugly! Hmph.) And I was thrown back into the garden of beautiful flowers. Wow. I just went on about a flower metaphor thing. I must be ugly AND annoying.

"You're thinking is annoying. And you're not ugly," the dude said. My breathing was labored but his was perfectly fine.

"Who are--"

His lips once again crashed onto my lips. His tongue opened my mouth and the kiss deepened to the deepest part of the Atlantic Ocean. He let me breathe after a minute of dizziness and he kissed my neck.

"I repeat, who are you?"

"I'm from Jack Skeleton's movie but the Christmas part is replaced with Demise."

"What? I hate riddles. Just tell me who you are."

"I didn't tell you who I am. And I don't think I will. I simply told you my label." His lips were meshed with mine. Could I just get a straight answer? Could this guy just tell me who he was? Could he stop touching me in weird places? Wait. What did I just say? REWIND! Oh. My. GOD!!!

I shifted my body away from his hand and he understood. Ooh! A guy who actually says no. What a shocker.

"Don't try anything. I've been down this road before." He (and maybe you) probably had know idea of what I was talking about. But maybe he (and hopefully you (I don't want to discuss it....)) got the idea.

"Okay," he said with a smug smirk. Hee hee. Smug smirk, smug smirk, smug smirk. Oh, sorry. I forgot about you for a second there.

He pulled out a bag tied together with a string so it would close. He untied the string and took a pinch of whatever was in it out. It looked like powder. How cliché. Well, I guess in every GOOD story, you have to have some magic pixie dust. I mean who doesn't love Disney? Peter Pan had magic dust and that was an awesome movie in it's time.

Then he flicked it into my eyes and I fell asleep.