"Psst."

I close my eyes tighter.

"Psst!"

I open my eyes a bit and am face to face with a plate pizza rolls.

"Is this all you ever eat?" I ask groggily.

"No, sometimes I eat ice cream."

Joy.

"Do you always sleep on the floor in the middle of the day?"

As I wake up more I notice that the side of my face is pressed up against wood, and my body aches, especially my neck. I groan and squeeze my eyes shut, then open them again and adjust.

"What time is it?"

"Time doesn't really matter. Here, let me help you."

All of the sudden my head lifts off the ground and my body raises along with the chair it's tied to. When the chair is finally upright again, I look up to see the hooded girl again.

"You were gone for hours," I say, "that's not your typical 'fresh air' break."

"Aw, you missed me!" She cheers. My heart speeds up a bit when she says this. Not in a bad way though. It's a weird feeling. "Well, I was at a cupcake shop. And let's just say I can really sport blond hair."

Chelsea giggles, and I look at her, confused.

"What does that mean?"

"I wear wigs and a bunch of makeup and stuff to protect myself," she explains. I raise my eyebrows in interest.

"You do makeup?" I ask, turning my head as I watch her bend down and grab the plate to my left. "Sure do. I watch 'GlitterThief' on YouTube." She stands up with the plate in hand, takes a pizza roll from it, then bites it in half.

My eyes widen in surprise. It's hard to imagine a serial killer watching YouTube, much less makeup tutorials. "Uh, yeah, me too."

She looks at me with a look of innocent glee in her eyes, smiling. "Seriously? I really love her smokey eye tutorial, its so pretty. Oh, but I love the April Fools one from last year even more. It was hilarious watching her put real food on herself as makeup. I felt so bad for her when she tried to use chocolate syrup as eye shadow!"

Chelsea keeps talking about her favorite tutorials, and I reply every now and then with my own remark. Eventually we get into other YouTubers, then video games we like, then music-- its like a normal conversation between two normal friends. Friends.

"Hey Chelsea?"

"Mhm?" She replies.

"When was the last time you had a conversation like this?" I ask.

She looks at me with what I can only assume is raised eyebrows. She doesn't seem bothered or hurt, just genuinely surprised. "It has been a long time, honestly," she begins. "I think I had a conversation with my mom once. It was nice."

I watch her face. She's not smiling, but I can see her pondering and reminiscing. After a while, she smiles and looks at me.

"I've never had a friend like you before. I've always been an outcast," she looks at me with thankful eyes.

There's that word again, friend.

She seems to notice my flinch at the statement, and her face turns downcast. "Sorry, I know I'm the worst person you could ever be in company with."

"No!" I say too fast. Chelsea immediately looks up to see me eye to eye. I swallow nervously and look down in my lap to avoid her gaze. "Nah, you're not the worst." Yeah, she only kills innocent little girls. Girls her own age.

It seems as though we are thinking the same thing, and she snorts.

"Yeah, sure," she replies, obviously not convinced. "Well, anyways, what kind of shows do you like to watch?"

And then we got started on Naruto. Turns out we're both die hard on the Natsu and Lucy ship, but she prefers dubs over subs at any time. She told me she reads a lot of manga online, and she's really into doll makeup tutorials. I told her I'm not very good with anything artsy other than makeup, which she joked that even that could use some improvement.

"You know," she says, chewing on a pizza roll, "I think you'd look really cute in a pink wig."

When she said that, I coughed up some of my orange juice. My struggles made her laugh.

"I have one in another room, I'll go get it."

And so she did-- and came back with a large makeup bag. "What is all this?" I ask, staring in awe of the black and pink rimmed case. It must have carried hundreds of different tools.

"Its my makeup kit. Most of it is cheap stuff, dollar store stuff, you know. I mean, I'm not made of money, obviously," she says, gesturing around the abandoned old building. I smirk a little at her buoyant nature. She sets the kit down beside me. "I'll put the wig on first."

The next hour and a half was us talking, laughing, and putting on makeup. It almost felt like a slumber party my girlfriends and I would have. I was actually excited to see what I looked like.

"Okay, all done!" Chelsea squeals. She happily picks up the mirror and...

"Oh my God..." I say with wide eyes and a dropped chin. "How did you..."

"Practice makes perfect, I guess?"

The wig was long with big, soft curls. It parted on the side and the bangs covered one side of my forehead down to the outer corner of my eye. My eyebrows where brushed pink so the wig would seem more natural (as natural as pink hair can get, anyway). I was given winged eyeliner that had a cat-like appearance, making my eyes standing out in a cute, unique way. My eye shadow was minimal, a little bit of green and purple. An odd mix of colors, but only if you couldn't see it. My lips were a light pink color with an ombre. The highlights and shading on the rest of my face seemed to be done by a professional.

"This is amazing." I breath in awe.

"I prefer a more natural look," she admits, sitting on a stool, "but sometimes I like to be a little creative."

I smile shyly and turn my head, looking at myself at all angles. "I do look pretty cute with pink hair."

"Told you." Chelsea smirks in reply. "I've got nothing but time on my hands, really. If I want to do something, I do it. I wanted to learn how to use makeup, and I did."

We gaze into each others eyes for a moment. Our smiles slowly fade away. It's at that moment we think the same thing. It doesn't take a mind reader to know what the look means between people like us. After an unsettling moment, I smile big as if nothing happened, and say something I never thought I'd say to the person who might torture me to death--

"I'm so glad I have  a friend like you."

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