Dearest Nava

𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞

"NAVA THIS ISN'T ABOUT YOU!"
"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!"
"You made a deal those shanks! You're just like them!"
"Don't call me Love." "I can't trust you anymore"
"You fucking LIAR" "Stay away from me." "You should've died in the maze"

"I wish we never met Nava"

I woke up in a pitch black place. The floor was cold. The air was cold. I was cold..
There wasn't an actual point to get up and run, I couldn't see.
I crawled instead, tapping the hard ground hoping for something to be there.

Nothing.

I wanted to throw up. I just couldn't bear this hunger growing, my mouth watering and the empty pain building in my stomach.
It's too much.
After what felt like hours maybe even minutes I screamed for help but nothing came to.

I couldn't feel the scratching pain trickle at my throat as I screeched yet nothing was heard.
It was like a carved pain of see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.

I screamed louder, louder, and louder. I shouted until my throat start to swell, my air was running low and shortening my shouts.
I stood up and walked around as I hoped that I didn't hit a wall or something.
Pitch black surrounded me, eyes burning into my skull. Soul detaching from me in fear.

I felt as if I looked back I'd see something or someone I wouldn't like so I proceeded to lightly jog. As jogged I felt something hit my foot.
More or less stick to it.

I picked it up and felt that it was only paper, folding it into hotdog form amd sliding it into my bra. No point in trying to put it anywhere else.
I'm fucking trapped.

Now I'm confused. Where am I? Is this WCKD? Is this Liam's deal?
....Damnit.

After maybe days, weeks, I don't know, nothing happened. It was the same thing over, over, over, and over. Pitch black room with no exits, not a single light, maybe notes that are kinda sticky, and me crying but being unable to hear it all.

My rib cage was weak, I could count them if I wanted. My hips hurt the cold stone floor isn't the most good thing to sleep on. Mouth was dry as actual hell, I felt too weak to wake uo at one point.
I can't think.

My eyes felt heavy.

I was starting to get voices in my head. Not Liam, not Helen, not Elijah, but me.
I heard myself.

I heard myself, I heard myself, I heard myself, I heard myself, I heard myself.

Images flashed in my vision, a knife, glass, eyes, words, colors, lights,....gold..
I saw it all.

But one thing I saw the most was blood.
Straight blood splattered across the floor, my hands, my hair, it was everywhere.

I dropped to the ground shaking in pain and drowsiness. 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤.

Nobody was here.

Nobody was coming for me.

Nobody was telling the truth.

Nobody was coming to save me.

Nobody was going to help me

Nobody was going to hear me.

Tears ran down my face like a slow river with different routes. A headache formed between my eyes yet closing them made it worsen and keeping them open made them dry, I wouldn't win.

I felt a lump in my throat, I collapsed to the floor completely. I wouldn't dare sleep, there wasn't an actual point in trying since nightmares began to appear again.
I'm gonna puke.