"...!"
"... ....?!"
".... .. .....!!"
Muffled shouting came from a distance. It felt... cold. Was it one voice, or was it more than one? Vince couldn't tell in their current state. It was like someone was reaching out to them, but they couldn't reach back. The silence was killing them. They knew something was wrong, but they couldn't move. They could only think.
Past...? France...? Who... who is it... I can't answer... or move... There has to be some way to get me out of... wherever I am. I don't know how- where- when- I am right now... is it just me...? Am I dreaming...? Or am I dead... wake me up please... Wake me u-AAAAAAAAAAHH
Vince could feel someone shaking them. They couldn't tell who. Was it their past self? Or was it France?
F-fuck- what is going on- Wake up Vince- wake up... please... you have to save yourself... you have to remember...
".... ..!"
"W... ..!"
"Vi... w... ..!"
"Vince wa.. ..!"
"Vince wake u.!"
"Vince please... Wake up..."
It was past St. Vincent, shaking Vince's collar, trying to get them to... wake up. Were they even asleep?
"Vince please, I- I need you- I'm- dy- AAHH!"
France threw a spear at past St. Vincent, going right through their chest and knocking them unconscious.
FUCK. We've lost. It's over. I've been colonized. I can't help myself anymore. It's. It's over. I couldn't save myself, I couldn't help, I couldn't move. It's my fault...
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-Authors Note-
This chapter is so short I'm sorry- I rushed this in science class 😭😭
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The Past.
Historical FictionIt was about to be St. Vincent and the Grenadines Independence Day in a week. St. Vincent was just getting ready for it, and they were cleaning out their attic for the celebration. They never thought they would find what they had found there. A time...
