strangled

¹⁸isolated, the forgotten memories

authors note: this chapter might be confusing. to clear things up, (f/n) is watching her early life from a third-person pov. text written on the left is talking about what's going on in the memories, text written in the center [once the flashbacks start] is talking about how (f/n) feels watching it.

You open your eyes and the first thing you see is darkness.

An endless foggy abyss of black. The space around you is an eerie calm. No noises, not even a hint of sound. Surprisingly, your body's initial reaction isn't fright. Instead you let out a soft sigh, admiring the silence, the calm beauty of peace. It has been a while since you have had such a feeling. With the constant chaos in your life, this situation might be strange, but it is also filling your soul with an abnormal relief.

Extending your arms out in front of you, you realize that your body is see-through. Possibly this is some kind of dream? You feel wide awake though. A pinch to the arm proves that you are still conscious.

What is going on...?

Turning around at the first sound created in this gloomy place, which happens to be a small laugh, you see a video playing like it's a movie on a big-screen television. It shows an image of a small kitchen inside of a house. The kitchen is beautiful. Marble countertops polished to the point where they shine in the chandelier. Pictures of a man, woman, and child are hung up almost everywhere. The white painted walls barely visible because of the framed photographs.

What kind of person loves their family this much?

Maybe someone who actually has a happy family.

There is something inside that kitchen calling you. It's luring you in like a siren does with their prey. Your name is said in a song of chants. Bells, whistles, and hums.

You walk closer and closer to the video. Body moving in a trance. You dont hear the voice calling your name once you step into of the scene. Turning around in confusion, you realize that you are actually inside of the room.

A series of six videos are played in the next few minutes.

The first one that had appeared begins to play, starting off with an unknown man holding a smaller version of you tight in his arms. He can't seem to see the older version of you, blatantly twirling as if a stranger isnt in his house.

But, he's holding the baby version of you...

Is this man... truly a stranger...?

He dances around the kitchen, swaying back and forth while humming a soft tune. Your hair is all one color, eyes wide and filled with the innocence of a newborn child. The man smiles when dribble runs down your chin and he places a kiss on your forehead.

The man isn't the father you were raised by.

"(F/n)?" A male voice, that you know you've heard before, echoes in your head.

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[ occurred twenty years prior ]

"Wow, you're the cutest little girl I've ever seen! I'm just happy you got most of your genes from your beautiful mother. She's the better looking in this marriage."

The baby's tiny fingers lightly toyed with the red earring in his ear. The male had a strong build like he's been going to the gym every day for years, similar to Endeavor's physique. His hair silverish-white, cut short with an undercut at the back of his head. His irises are a shining sea of blue, pupils strangely dark though.

One look into those eyes and you know.

You know the obvious bloodlust churning around inside him.