"The course of true love never did run smooth." ~ William Shakespeare
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Kailani Hummel, an innocent small-town genderfluid teenager, gets sucked into a world that seems like only they can navigate in an attempt to save everyone they love. Will Qu...
A/N: I've decided to just number the chapters regularly because there are too many in-betweens to do halfs! Use your imagination a bit and I know this might seem a little dramatic, but everything happens for a reason!
Pay attention😉
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"Lucy?"
Quinn moaned in pain as the feeling around her body slowly came back, pain soaring through her down to her fingertips. She gulped down the metallic taste in her mouth, slowly lifting her head from where it was hanging half in the air on her side, her seatbelt choking to hold her still against the seat.
Athena was on her side.
Athena. Her car. Her car was on its side.
How did it get on its side?
"Lucy, do your legs work? Do you 'member what Riley said about your legs?" A soft high pitched voice said to her left where the driver's side window had been smashed in.
Her eyes fluttered open, frowning in confusion as her eyes lazily moved around in front of her, trying to process all that she could as the light soared into her eyes. The front windshield was smashed in, glass spiderwebbed and parts falling over the front dash and the parts of the concrete she could make out. She could feel glass on her bridesmaid dress, the rough texture that must have cut her at some point because her eyes caught sight of red.
Blood.
She was bleeding.
"Lucy, you have to be brave, 'member? You said so!"
There was that voice again, willing her to move.
She was moving.
Why did this voice want her to move so badly?
Quinn's eyes slowly rolled towards the completely shattered window to her left, squinting as she tried to make out who was above her. She blinked a few times, trying to clear her foggy vision through the bright sun.
"Lucy, please...hold my hand."
A kid?
Where the hell did a kid come from? How did she know her name?
Quinn's eyes moved around the tiny hand that was held out into the car window, trying to grasp for her body. She frowned, seeing a familiar black and silver medical band around its tiny wrist. She blinked a few times, swallowing again as her eyes followed the tiny hand as it retracted back up to where the kid was leaning against the broke glass like it wasn't even there.
Pig tails. Dirty denim overalls. Blue bows. Five billion freckles.
