"Pucker your Lips."

I woke up to a sudden pain in my chest. Heavy pants for air rushed past my lips. My head was in my folded arms. I looked up to see myself staring back. My eyes were glossy. Porcelain skin and rosy tinted cheeks. A tube of lipstick was within the grasp of my curled fist. My lips were smeared with a dark red tint. A whimper escaped my lips as I slowly got up from the black "movie star" chair I was sitting in. I looked like I was in a dressing room. Bright bulbs lined the outer mirror. I looked down at my apparel, A black leotard and a fluffy fabric tutu. My nails were sharp and long, almost looking fake as they grimaced in the glare of the black nail polish it was coated in. 

My feet were wrapped in full soled ballerina pointe shoes. To my left a ballerina was fixing her makeup in another mirror. Her hair was wrapped in a tight bun and she looked perfect. 

Plastic. 

Fake.

 "Where Am I?" I asked her. Fear consumed my voice as the words stumbled out of my mouth. She seemed completely oblivious to my words as she continued to powder her face. To my right was a curtain leading to what I presumed was a stage. Past the mirror in front of me, was another girl but she was applying eye shadow to her already ghastly eyes. Her hair was also in a tight bun unlike mines which cascaded past my shoulder in long curls. 

"I just need to know where I am!" I shouted over the loud commotion. Ballerinas and what seemed likes stage directors were crowded around me, Completely ignoring my pretense. I got up, angry as I snatched one of the ballerinas by her arm. She jerked towards me. Her dull eyes seemed to be looking straight at me. 

No, Straight through me. Shocked my hold on her lose and she took the opportunity to saunter back on her original path. An old lady wearing a grey bun and sad eyes upon her uptight face entered what I guess is "backstage". She clasped her hands loudly, drawing the attention of everyone including me. 

"Hustle it up beauties, the queen is ready." 

With that she vanished into a whip of air. The ballerinas turned back towards their original states. Completely neglectful that the old woman that just gave them orders vanished in midair. I stared at them all gapping as I slowly started to recognized their features. The girl to my left looked like Kamira, my science partner. Her red straight hair was in a bun and her black rimmed glasses were nowhere to be seen. 

Her eyes though.

 Those blue eyes that always seemed alive and exotic now looked...dead.

 A girl passes me, bumping right into my shoulder and sends me jolting forward. I turned towards her to scold her only to realize she, and everything that was behind her is now gone. I turned back to realize so is the Kamira look-alike and the others are gone. My breathing grew heavier as I felt myself being lifted into the air. 

A screech escaped me as I closed my eyes. Afraid of heights, I tried to ignore the rushing air beating against my fragile body. 

Then I was falling. 

A louder scream. 

Time passing.

Then a pair of arms.

I stopped falling as a pair of strong arms held me close. Then pushed me away, our hands interlocked. I opened my eyeshot find myself twirling. Dancing. The source of the pair of arms spun me around and danced with me gracefully on a wooden stage as if I wasn't just falling seconds ago. As if the crowd of a million eyes weren't watching us. He spun me towards him and I finally faced truly hair and soft kind eyes. He was blurry faced but it didn't take a genius to know who my partner was. 

Henry?

Now I was confused, Why was he here? Why was I here? What was happening. I was dancing but to what music? There was a blurred audience. Their faces seemed like a picture made of smeared ink. The only faced that caught my attention belonged to my best friends and "Snow skin and Blood lips" girl who had stole Henry away from me. 

I locked my attention back onto henry who leaned closer to me. 

"I love you my queen." 

Great, now I'm not only insane. I'm delusional. 

This has to be a dream. This is too crazy to be real. I tried to pry my hands away from Henry, but I couldn't. Now to any other girl, dancing with your all time crush, have an envious audience staring at you two love birds as you danced on stage, would be perfect. But I knew this wasn't perfect. Because it wasn't real, right?

We continued to dance for what felt like eternity. Suddenly the crowd was disappearing. The lights grew brighter until finally the warm hands that held me had also died away. Now I was dancing by myself. A routine was playing through my head as someone else took control of my swift movements. I danced in place in a bright white room. 

Could this get any stranger?

As if my mind was read, I felt a sharp pricking on my arm. Almost as something had sliced part of my skin. I looked to see blood trailing down my forearm in a painfully suspended way. I felt myself grow frigid as I continued to dance. I looked up to see the source of the cut, during mid twirl. 

Then I saw it. 

Sharp shards of glass falling like crystalized rain.