Twelve full moons had passed since they found the gruesome scene in the woods. No one was truly sad in regards to the mangled woman who died that night - twisted inside and out at last. They liked her daughter too much.
The grieving young woman had blossomed in that time, and a piece of her grew up. Her life went back to normal. She still went to the bookstore every morning. It felt like her heart had stalled though, but that was okay. She had faith that it's rapid beats would resume... when the time was right.
On this particular morning, she was crossing the street, and before she knew it, a loud car horn was blaring at her. Startled she looked up just a few yards away from her bookstore. A sleek, familiar black car was a couple feet from her, having skidded on ice. The driver was shocked. His coppery eyes gleamed with surprise - the only part of his face she could see from inside the heavily tinted windows. He was right to feel alarmed. He'd nearly hit her.
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Voice Of A Troubled Angel
FanfictionErik hides many scars. Christiana hides many scars. They both are victims of fate, do not want to fall in love, and have an addiction to sarcasm. Think of this story as a mix between Stephen King's Carrie and Gaston Leroux's The Phantom of the O...
