„𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋"
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in which; you join the fatui in hopes of running away from your responsibilities and starti...
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chapter 4;;
"a spark of familiarity."
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YOUR DREAMS WERE FILLED WITH THE SOUNDS OF ENDLESS CHAOTIC SCREAMING, voices were wailing out to you how horrible you were and how you could have done this to them. your head was spinning. clasping your hands over your ears with force you tried to drown out the sound. and as you pressed harder, harder and harder against your ears, the voices only grew louder and angrier. blood started oozing out of your ears and the warm liquid trickled down the side of your neck while you continued putting more pressure on them.
with a sudden snap the voices were put an end to. the unexpected transition from blaring screams to utter silence left your ears ringing, and with shaky hands you carefully lowered them from your ears. you waited for something to jump out at you.
you waited.
and waited.
and what started out as minutes grew into hours as you started to question if this really was a dream after all. what if this was the afterlife? your punishment, for not having been good enough, for not having been kind enough, for not being the daughter your parents had wanted?
with no sense of direction nor hearing, you decided the only thing left for you to do was force yourself to wake up.
you got down on all fours and with all of your strength whipped your head down. it hit the bottom of the place with force. but the expected pain never came. you tried again, but when your head smashed into the floor, nothing happened. you lost count how many times you had continued to do so.
you wanted to scream, but as you opened your mouth and strained your vocal cords, nothing came out. you croaked. your mouth suddenly felt dry like you had swallowed a spoon full of salt. starting to panic, you curled into a ball on the floor. you started to breathe faster. you wished for yourself to wake up already. this wasn't the painless void you had felt previously, this was a void filled with emptiness. it was working against you.
and you wanted nothing more than to wake up from this hellish nightmare.
suddenly you felt a small spot on your hand burn. it had been a small spark of a flame. you observed silently the bright orange glow fade and crumble into a matte coal black spot.
you formed a fist around it with tense hand muscles.
get me out of here, you chanted over and over again in your head.
