♡︎Maeve's POV♡︎
⚠︎︎TW: Violence, blood, graphic language/situations, etc.⚠︎︎
River yanks me back towards the table. "Please don't do this!" My voice comes out as a weak whisper.
For a second, something flashes in her eyes. Her grip around my wrist loosening.
"Bring her now," Rivers mother growls. Her eyes piercing into me.
With one strong pull, River pulls me up to the table. My heart was pounding in my chest.
Rivers mother grabs ahold of me. Her hands extremely cold.
"Where's my mom?!" The demand flies from my lips.
She smiles, that incredibly awful smile.
"Oh deary, she's right outside. Everyone's waiting for us."
My heart falters. A million things racing through my mind. My mother wouldn't do that to me? Right?
What did she mean by everyone? Who is everyone? Why are they here? What the actual fuck is going on?
My body weakens in grief-for well myself. Tears fall from my eyes too fast for me to blink them away.
Rivers mother took this moment of weakness as an opportunity. She pulls me down onto the table.
"Help." She mutters to River, trying to stop my thrashing.
Sobs were racking my body, my vision blurred. I felt hands at my wrists, binding them to the table. Then, they're at my ankles doing the same there.
My head was spinning, heart racing. The only feeling surrounding me was fear.
The urge to close my eyes and sleep was oh so strong.
Sounds resembling words blew across my ears, not registering in my head.
My face felt moist, making me painfully aware that I was still crying.
My pulse pumps behind my eyelids. The thought of sleeping becoming more and more appealing.
And then-darkness.
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Drip, drip, drip.
My eyebrows furrow. Pain searing beneath my eyelids.
Drip, drip, drip.
I slowly blink open my eyes. My surroundings are blurry and dark.
Drip, drip, drip.
I hear the hum of a quiet conversation. The more I listen, the more voices are heard.
Drip, drip, drip.
'Shut up', my mind screams repeatedly.
My eyes finally open all the way. My vision clearing and God I wish I never opened my eyes.
The first recognizable face I see is Rivers. The sight immediately making me want to cry.
Then her mother. That god awful woman.
The next one makes my head spin. My pulse was quick and unsteady.
My mother. I at least expected her to look scared or worried but she looked...delighted?
I see my neighbors, local store managers, even that random guy that waved at me a few years ago. All here.
My world was falling beneath me. Was my whole life some joke? A sinister plan? Why me?
