•Reds POV•
It was late night but I couldn't sleep. Something was keeping me awake. It almost felt like I was being stared at. My window was open and a cold breeze wafted in. I shivered. The breeze was to cold I had to close the window. Slowly, I got up and moved towards the window. I looked out it and saw someone I hoped I would never have to see again. To glowing eyes looked straight at me. It felt almost as if they were piercing my heart. I slammed the window shut but I closed it to hard. Glass broke and a breeze wafted in again. The breeze flew glass at me and it stabbed my hands and face. More pain seemed to mix with the pain of the glass. A memory came back to mind. Herobrine. That evil monster! He wanted something. Another memory, this time it was the dark lord. Red jumped. She had been first to die from the hands of that beest. Anger and fear weld up inside her.
"Stupid child! Scaredy cat! Lonely! Worthless! Waste of time and energy! Hated!"
Someones voice echoed in reds head and made her fall to the floor shaking in fear and pain.
"No! No! NO!" She whispered.
"I'm better than that! I am strong!" She cried in pain.
Morning came. Red sat on her bed staring out the window. She was still in pain and it was getting stronger by the minute. A stab of pain ran through her hand up to her heart and down through her legs. She let out a screech in pain. "Stop!! Please!" She cried out loudly and started to punch the bed as hard as she could.
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The Troubles With Trama (AvA/M Alan Becker Fanfiction, Prt 1)
Mystery / ThrillerBook 1 Yellow, red, and purple are known as the three who have PTSD. so what if I turn there Trama into a story... DONE 𝕃𝕠𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣𝕤 have a good life, darlings!!
