The Rat

Date: 11/15/2016

The setting was basically a big field with lots of one floor buildings all different shapes and sizes just thrown randomly around it. A friend and I (I can't remember who the friend was) had been runni g around the grounds for ages, trying to figure out why we were there. It seemed like everybody I had ever known was hanging around this field or socialising in one of the buildings and at one point I surmised it must be some peculiar party. My friend and I retreated to a bathroom where she proceded to do her make up and I admittedly checked myself out in the mirror. This whole time I'd thought I was wearing a dress, but the large mirror that covered one side of the wall revealed a white Tatty Teddy halter top, made of a sweatshirt or jumper-like material, and a white skirt made of strange fabric, that looked like an upturned tulip with the way the uneven layers fell around my legs. My Harley Quinn mallet was resting in a corner of the bathroom and I hastily grabbed it and headed out. The corridor we emerged into was decorated like a waiting room area in any professional building: wood floors, beige walls, large pot plants dominating the corners and making their slow way up the walls. The men's toilets were directly opposite us, but to the left of this door was another, and it's this one we went through. We entered a huge oval room with uncomfortable looking chairs arranged in a half circle around one section, obviously meant to be the stage. My friend ran over to BenOC, a guy I haven't seen since high school, and sat in his lap, garnering all his attention and beginning to make out with him before I had even sat down. As I sat, I peered around the crowded auditorium for anyone I recognised. I spotted Conah, my ex boyfriend, sitting with a large group of guys and holding a machete. I noticed a lot of people in the audience had weapons and was glad for my mallet. Next thing I knew, everyone was filing out of the auditorium and into the waiting area type place. The area was already quite full with adults. I made my way to a high table jutting out from the wall. There were no stools, so I stood at this counter and took a notepad and pen from a handbag I suddenly had on me. As I was writing, a woman who looked like my Nan came over and nudged me, not very gently, out of the way. There was a sofa along the wall that met the table wall to form a corner, and so I shuffled over and used the arm of the sofa as a seat. It was then that my friend from before began screaming somewhere in the room. She appeared, dashing between people and holding something gingerly between her fingers. She chucked it, and I heard it hit the couch behind me with a thud. I turned around to see what it was, but couldn't see anything. Standing up, I felt a small amount of weight tugging at my skirt, and looked down to see a large rat attatched to the hem of my skirt by it's teeth.