What happened was that I started writing a slightly darker chapter. This didnt really reflect the overall feel of the story, so I made it less dark, so not to scare away readers who would otherwise be happy to read my story.

To be fair to my readers who are okay with darker work, I will let you see the origional, and from there, you can see how it evolved to what it is now. If you have any objections or comments, please post them. I will give you warnings before the actual chapter, incase youve stumbled onto this thread by accident.

THERE IS NO SEX, NO LANGUAGE, JUST SOME DETAIL OF QUICK-AS-A-FLASH ANGER INDUCED SELF HARM. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. PLEASE READ THE ORIGIONAL CHAPTER, BEFORE READING THIS.

Rose angrily wiped the tears away from her cheeks with the material of her skirts. They stung her skin with a salty bitterness, like salt water on really sensitive or grazed skin.

She carefully withdrew a clip from her hair- there was really no point wearing it now- and ran her hands through her hair. Her slender manicured green hands.

Through the material of her cream silk tights, she could see the emerald green glow beneath. She had raided up her shirt a couple of inches and again saw the unnatural colour adorning her flesh. Though she had no mirror, she knew the colour had infected her face as well. All of her skin had been tinged with this unholy colour.

Her mind screamed in chaos. She wanted to tear; to claw at the filthy infected skin. One hand jerked over the back of her arm, and she clawed angrily at the back of her hand in a sudden haze of frenzied panic, a half choked scream of despair escaping her mouth before an unnatural stillness overtook her. Curls of translucent green tinged skin fell away as she surveyed the back of her hand in morbid shock and disgust. Deep groves were ghostly white for a moment, before the red began to seep through and pool on the flesh.

Rose’s eyes flooded with tears again, and in an agonised wail, she laid her head once more on her now damp skirts, her hands out of view, held in fists behind her head.

The bathroom door swung open. Rose held her breath.

There was the soft noise of hesitant footsteps, and the long shadow came to rest in front of Rose’s cubical.

Phoenix knocked on the closed door. “Hello?” She asked cautiously.

“Go Away.” Rose replied quickly.

~*~

“But, but that green boy, who came running in earlier? I thought you… Or am I confusing you with- Yes, I’m confusing you with someone else, now, aren’t I?” Rose babbled, her voice trailing off as embarrassment added to the storm threatening to drown her mind.

“No, that was me. Kris had been my boyfriend for a little while. He had gone and told the new drama teacher that I wanted to star as the Witch of the West in the planned production for GreenDay. Everyone but that teacher knows I absolutely hate that celebration, so she comes up to me to talk about auditions and whatever. Kris had near collapsed in hysterics, laughing his head off behind her. He didn’t seem so nice after that. So I decided to get some revenge. That’s why I mixed up that potion.”

“So then why do I deserve it?” Rose cried in outrage. She leant down, retrieved a clean handkerchief from her bag and began winding it round her bloodied hand.

“Like I said, I wasn’t the one to give you the potion. It was stolen from my bag, by someone who you apparently had offended.”

*~*~*

Please tell me what you think.

Anyways all in all good - either copy is excellant, but this adds a nice dose of darkness to the mix which could be interesting if you played around with it.

Oz speed,

Tara =D

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