𝐼𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦: 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛; 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦.
In this mystifying tale, Nora Adette Seong finds herself in a strange predicament where she is heavily distraught because of a man that will inevitably cause he...
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| TWO YEARS AGO: AFTER THE KIDNAPPING |
Trigger Warning:
Mentions of topics such as PTSD and things that may-be triggering.
꧁꧂
I became a statue.
A girl carved of regolith and dust.
I was unmoving, with emotions wandering endlessly throughout my thoughts and subtlety progressing into my mind.
I had lost my identity after that revolting incident.
IDENTITY, meant that I had lost all sense of purpose, as I had felt hollow and lifeless, inclined to believe that dying could have been a better resolution than the relentlessness of these emotions.
I was most definitely afraid and paranoid— avoiding everything, including the Café, so that I wouldn't trigger all those memories so deeply concealed in the back of my mind.
The nightmares were inordinate. "Let her," his baritone voice said,always resonating in my nightly terrors as it had progressed until I slept on my uncomfortable couch; as it's leather felt cooling on my back, confining me under my blankets.
I would watch my apartment door, pleading silently to myself that no one would ever come through that door and make me experience that trepidation ever again.
I had found solitude in my quaint apartment, though I could hear the remnants of those wretched particular words he spoke, aggravated at myself for being so brooding and vulnerable, being judged by acquaintances, as how my usual chirpy self had proceeded to become so fruitless, possibly even meaningless.
Eventually, I had been left with no distractions in regards to my unexplainable fear.
I had accomplished so much at only seventeen by working towards my aspirations. I was working so diligently, then one single occurrence put all my endeavors to rubbish.
It was concerning, even towards my parents as my motivation slowly began to cripple, studying became scarce as my grades were directing towards failure.
My usual high-achieving self was as if it had never even existed.
I felt pain for the girl I had once been before all of this.
I wanted to apologize to that girl for causing all of her dreams and ambitions to progressively fade.
I put my head on the flat of my knees and began to cry.
I continued to cry for what seems and felt like hours, until I was exhausted and I physically could not cry anymore.
I just felt numb, avoiding my parents as they continuously worry about my health.
