When a person reaches the end, it's said their life flashes before their eyes.
Sometimes, they get a vivid view of what used to be. Their childhood, the cruelty of the challenges they face to become themself, and, maybe, the times where their dreams came true.
These memories can be sad, or happy. Depressing, or uplifting. Perhaps it depends on whether their life was either-or.
However, has anyone ever thought about what happens when what should be the end, isn't?
She didn't.
There was no time or need, really.
After all, her childhood was still in its middle stages. The challenges for her to face hadn't revealed themself. Before she could confront the world of it's wrongs, she met a fake ending.
When she woke up, staring at the bumpy, dirty-looking ceiling, she bit her tongue.
What was this? She wondered. Her mind flashed with images. Not of her past. Nothing of her childhood, her mother, father, nor herself.
Instead, images of a mature, unloving lady standing in the mirror. A future she was not living, but would be. A vague hole was felt where her heart should be.
Answers.
She wanted answers.
Where am I?
Who am I?
Who is that lady?
Why.. Do I fear her?
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Diary Of 1000-Personas
Short StoryFrom 1st person pov or 3rd person-sympathetic pov, I'll upload short snippets or one-shots of my personal characters. I have a few favorites, but since I have nearly 100 hundred ocs in total, don't worry about a lack of content. I will upload here w...
