Darkness falls - English version

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As described in the introduction, blood and violence appear in this chapter. If you can't deal with a character being threatened and hurt, or blood and alcohol in the story, you should stop reading here. I hope that everyone else will "enjoy" reading it a bit.

Now that we're almost halfway through and things are starting to get serious, I think it's time to finally say thank you to TheGarlicBreadKings for encouraging me to pursue my desire to write more maturely. So thank you bro! Without you, this story would certainly not exist.

The Invisible by Conquer Divide + In my head by Mike Shinoda

In a village on the outskirts of Newtown County - 3 days later     (Penny's POV)

I had already been two weeks in this godforsaken suburb of Newtown, which was at the extreme end of the district - furthest from Pontypandy.

Believe it or not, 120 people lived here and the place had no tourism to show for itself. So it was a lot smaller than Pontypandy and my colleagues were friendly on the outside, but they wasn't open to a new coworker - especially because I was a woman.

It had taken me a week to get the equipment in shape, as well as the two vehicles. Everything was in bad condition. According to deployment reports, there were no more than 5 to 15 deployments a year. Apparently the men had gotten too used to the quiet and had been lax about practice and maintenance as well as lacking in openness and teamwork.

At least after a week I managed to earn some respect thanks to the repairs and teach them that I wouldn't cook or clean for them.

It was so incredibly boring here. I prefer not to start with the loneliness; and the narrow 2-bedroom terraced house I occupied made me feel as if I were a caged animal in a far too small cage.

In the end, that's how it was. Someone who was free was free to choose where to live and work. I could not do it. No longer. Not while Snider was at large.

Not one day went by that I didn't think back to my old home. To my colleagues, my friends.

Ridley had taken not only my real family from me, now the people I'd grown a family with as well.

Did I ever really let them know what they all meant to me? What would they always mean to me? Probably not, or not enough. Just as I'd wasted time when I couldn't pull myself together to confess my feelings to Sam.

What would have become of us if I had told him sooner? Could we be together now? Would he then have gone away with me, content with me and a different identity? At least I would have been happy.

Everything was sad without Sam. It felt as if my once colorful life had turned gray. I didn't have anyone here to talk to. People were so closed, like stubborn. I was lucky to be able to do my shopping in the local village shop, as everyone there often looked at me as if I were bringing them the plague.

Not a day went by that I didn't wonder what Sam was doing. How he was. Was he already beginning to forget me? Had they hired a new colleague at the station? Perhaps a woman who would soon make Sam forget I ever existed at all?

He must have been mad at me. Anger at my resignation would help him get over me. At least that was a small consolation. He didn't have to suffer the way I did. Knowing that the man I loved, loved me also, hurt so bad because I couldn't have him. I thought back to how he'd wanted to kiss me outside my house that night, how he'd smelled, how my heart had threatened to jump out of my chest with excitement.

Should I have let him? Would I have regretted leaving him even more, or would it have been a beautiful memory that might have made me smile in the darkest hours of my loneliness, like the memories of all the fun we had together?