all luciana torres wants to do is leave her past behind- or what she can remember of it.
but that's hard to do when the person she wants to forget the most comes barreling back into her life.
SHATTER ME STORY
aaron warner x oc
timeline: pre shatter...
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PLS READ - hi. sorry it took me like two months to get this out. i was on vacation for two weeks in july, came back and got writers block😭. also i've been super busy, so sorry🙏🏻🙏🏻.
anyways, writers block has lead to me having no inspiration for this chapter so thats why it took me so long. im coming out w three chapters tho so yay! my updates r usually going to be 1-2 chapters at a time, if i get consistent. ☠️
enjoy!!
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DEATH IS FACINGme. His eyes are full of rage and anger and sorrow. They pierce into me, past the outer shell that is my skin, at my soul.
I feel like I'm falling. Slowly, heavily. I think it's called drowning.
I feel him. I feel Death. He surrounds me, floods my body, and then sweeps me away into the void like I'm a wave washing up to shore. I'm used to it by now.
Death has no feeling, nothing but cold. Dark and deep. When I'm with Death I can't feel. I don't feel much in the first place.
I want to scream. I try to.
"Let me out. Just do it." I open my mouth but no sound comes out. Instead, it's like my brain is projecting my thoughts.
I... shall... not. Death speaks to me. It... is not your... time...
"Just take me, please. Take me away. I don't want to live like this anymore. I can't."
I... shall... not...
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I WAKE UP with a headache, but I choose to ignore it, no matter how bad it hurts. I was dreaming of something but I can't remember what.
My scar prickles with the pain of a tiny million small needles poking holes into my skin. Every time I feel this sensation, my head flies back to the lab. But today, I don't have time to think about that. I won't.
The scar rests on my inner forearm. I glare at it, which makes the pain even worse. But I've gotten used to it by now.
A similar scar rests on my left thigh, as well as my stomach. They don't hurt as much as the one on my arm though. I've never figured out why.
"Luciana?" a knock sounds on my door. It's Sonya.
"Yes?" I say, pulling down my sleeve. "Is it time?"
"Sure is. Everyone's meeting in the dining area in two minutes."
"Okay," she retreats from my door, her soft steps tapping along the floor lightly.
