Into Your World

1. Pilot

Hello, my lovely reader.
Before you dive into this story, let me clarify this one: this isn't just another tale inspired by someone else's work. I haven't cobbled a plot from random influences or recycled old ideas. No, I've spent years meticulously crafting this narrative, pouring my soul into every twist and turn to ensure it stands apart from the mundane.

Prepare yourself for an experience that is anything but ordinary. This story is a relentless roller coaster, packed with heart-stopping surprises and intense moments that will leave you breathless. It's not for the faint of heart. Expect triggers on this journey, such as Violence and Abuse, Self-Harm, Grief and Loss, Sexual Content, PTSD and Trauma, Graphic Descriptions of Murder, etc. It's raw, it's unflinching, and it's designed to challenge and provoke. You've been warned!! And of course, ✨magic ✨

As you read, brace yourself for an electrifying ride-one that won't waste time with slow pacing or predictable outcomes. Each chapter will propel you forward, dragging you through a whirlwind of suspense and excitement that will keep you on the edge of your seat.

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Liza's POV

I used my sling bag to cover my head as I rushed to the university through the rain. The sun isn't down yet, but the dark clouds above make it seem like it's night. I came out here to get myself a cup of coffee because my machine broke down. I could have brought my car but the cafe wasn't too far and I don't use my car for places that aren't too far and can be covered on foot. The weather was absolutely fine before. Though some white clouds were blocking the blue sky there was no hint of rain. It was just a pleasant warm evening, which was very normal.

The rain got heavier. So much rain was falling that the sound blurred into one long, whirring noise. It reminded me of the rotor blades on a helicopter. I fastened my pace, avoiding puddles as I walked down the uneven sidewalk, and took shelter under an old bus stop to save myself from getting entirely soaked. I checked my purse to see if everything inside was alright and to my good luck, everything was dry and fine. I took my phone out of my jeans pocket and checked the time. It flashed half past four. God, why does this always happen to me?

My name is Liza Kirby. I'm 26, and I've been living on my own since I was 14. My life follows a monotonous routine: I wake up, go to college, come back home, eat, sleep, and repeat. This cycle has persisted for years. The only change is that I was once a student, but now I teach English to high school students.

Throughout my college years, I never made friends. I was antisocial and people intimidated me. Even now, when my colleagues invite me to hang out, I invent some excuse to avoid going. However, there's one person I wish would ask me out: Nate Wilson. He's the most handsome man at our college, kind, humble, and respectful. When he's around, I feel comfortable and happy. He's the only man I'm attracted to. I've known him since childhood.

But Nate has a girlfriend, and she's stunning in a way I can never be. I see myself as anything but attractive. My gray eyes feel out of place on my face, and my skin is far from flawless, with freckles dotting my cheeks and nose. My hair is as dry as sandpaper. I don't have curves, nor do I have good height. I mean, did God have some kind of problem with me that he didn't give one good thing?

Flashes of lightning lit up the darkened sky followed by cracks of thunder as though in reply. I took a shaky breath in and stepped back, hoping the light would not fall on me and cook me alive. I also hoped that the wind would not blow the roof away. It's the only thing saving me from the rain.