Perfectly Broken

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Are you guys re-reading or people srl is skipping chapters 😭? 😅 The writing switched at some point so I apologise. I know it can be confusing heh, got carried away while writing. And it sucks 🙃✊ sorry again

"Have you ever seen the hell in someone's eyes and loved it anyway?"

~ 𝒥 ~ 𝐵 ~ 𝐵 ~

The world around her blured, a swirling vortex of terror and confusion soon to be overpowered by remorse "Not again."

Mind lost in the swirling chaos of fragmented images of the innocent. She fought for control, but it slipped through her fingers like grain of sand, leaving her at the mercy of the relentless onslaught.

Her breath started to become shallow gasps, each one a struggle as her chest constricted, making it difficult to draw in air. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, drowning out all other sounds.

Her mind was filled with a swirling mass of thoughts, all screaming for attention at once, leaving her unable to focus on a single one. She looked around, her eyes wide and panicked, searching for danger but finding none. "Breath. Just breath. It'll be fine."

Her body trembled with the force of the panic that raced through her. She felt trapped, unable to move or escape the torment that griped her. Every muscle in her body tensed, as if bracing for an attack that never came. "You are fine. It's fine, take your time."

Yet the harder she tried, the harder it became "Just stop it! Stop being a whiny coward." To stop denying what for years had been forced inside her brain

Her body trembled with the force of the panic that coursed through her veins, every muscle tensed once again bracing for an invisible blow the once again didn't came. She got lost in her own fear, struggling to find a lifeline to pull her back to the surface of the terrifying sea.

"Why can't you just stop beating?!" At that point she didn't even bother to blame herself, but to voice her rage at the reason that kept her alive and suffering in vain

"Breath. Just.... just, take your time. It'll be fine." She tried to calm herself as the monsters continued to grip her, her body writhing and thrashing in pain and terror.

To the feeling of drowning, the prey was desperately trying to break through the surface of the murky waters that surrounded her, heart pounding like a drum in her chest. But then, suddenly, she found a glimmer of strength within herself, a ray of hope in the darkness that fought back, clawing her way to the surface, gasping for air as the panic attack slowly began to subside.

Why did the monsters always striked in the middle of the night? When all was silent, no place to scape, fear and anxiety came to take their sanity.

Where did this came from? She couldn't remember. But it always made known it's presence.

When did all this begin? A nightmare came to take a pure heart and break it's victim apart.

~ 𝒥 ~ 𝐵 ~ 𝐵 ~

In the still hours before dawn, shadows loomed in the quiet neighborhood. Unseen hands closed in, their intentions sinister and stealthy

Time passed as in the moonlit shadows of the night, sinister plans took flight. The men silently stepped out of the dimly lit van, their shadows dancing on the asphalt like whispered promises. The night seemed to hold its breath as they carefully scouted the area, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. With purposeful strides, they moved towards her house, the darkness enveloping their figures like an eerie cloak. Their steps were soft, almost imperceptible, as if they were part of the night itself.