The mystery pink haired girl.

This is too much, a girl with pink hair? What the fuck is she some kinda mutant? You gotta check this out, so you go to school, go home, and wait for 4 am, all the while thinking of this strange haired freak. The drive to the gas station feels, off, to say the least, you feel as if what her true identity holds may be more than you would ever bargain for. As you grow closer to your destination, you can feel the thin veil of reality waver. Upon arriving, you barely feel present, as if detached from your body. Your hand reaches for the door, but hesitates.