In the midst of a new beginning, troubles start to arise. Thrown into a world she thought was fantasy. Artemis now has to learn how to live with a new being inside of her. She needs to learn to trust people if she wishes to survive.
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TW: mentions of sucide.
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Artemis
Lying on the twins' bed, I am vaguely aware of the bodies against me. Yet, I can't get myself to turn and look at them. It's too raw, too new. Fear and rage simmer in me, threatening to break through the surface and ruin everything.
I spent years breaking apart everything I did with David in my mind. At first, after I woke at the hospital for the first time, I was sure I had done something, that I was responsible for my situation; half dead with no motivation to move my legs.
David broke everything I thought I knew about myself. The fear they installed in me was paralyzing. To a point, I was afraid to move from the bed. I was sure they could jump in at any minute and finish the job.
Six months in a coma left my joints weak. Even though they hired a physical therapist to make sure my body wasn't completely "gone". But after I woke up, I refused to leave the bed, and I also refused physical therapy. The thought of someone touching me... Even now. My mum had to do it.
I knew it had to be done, but I still cried when she stretched me. Then the nightmares started.
I would wake up the house with my screams.
Then the first suicide attempt. Melanie found me in the bath, trying to drown myself. She told my therapist. That's when I actually started to talk. I couldn't get Melanie's horrified face out of my mind.
I never wanted to see her like that ever again.
Yet, eight months later, I tried again, that time with sleeping pills. The second I swallowed the pills, I regretted it. I was putting my fingers down my throat to try to puke them out. Mel found me like that; she drove me to the hospital and admitted me. One gastric lavage later, I was under psychiatric observation for a week.
It's been a year and a half since the last attempt. According to my therapist, I made incredible progress.
And David had to ruin it.
"A penny for your thoughts?" His voice wraps around me like a soft blanket. I lean against him without a thought, accepting his warm embrace.
"It's all too much." I shudder.
Ria takes a piece of my hair and plays with it while humming quietly. "Do you want to talk about it, or do you want us to take your mind off of things?"
I press my back against Dean's back. I shift my gaze towards Ria. Lust creeps up my body, and I narrow my eyes. My voice wobbles as I speak, "what do you suggest?" My thoughts feel a million miles away.
Anticipation bobbles inside, and my face flushes at that. Dean presses against me, and I can feel his hardening cook. His lips graze my ears, and his hot breath sends shivers down my body. "How about a date?" I close my eyes at his sultry voice. A small moan slip passes my lips as tingles shoot down my pussy.
