All Aurora ever wanted, was a new life.
A life, where she was able to escape her old world, run from her past self and... Dare I say, fall in love with someone good.
But... As we know, a new life still has its obstacles.
Especially, when it invol...
"For me, death is an escape... But, for the world, it's another sin," -Author.
*Aurora's POV*
I change into my nightgown, whilst glancing at the same pitch-black room facing across from me, and I tilt my head in wonder.
Maybe, it's filled with random storage, instead of secrets I've made up.
I go back to my mum's bed, staring at the ceiling, and I take out my phone for a second.
"Atticus means from Attica..." I whisper, scrolling through different websites to find an accurate meaning of his name and I sigh at the discomfort in my chest.
Is that really it?
I scroll a little further. "... adjective Latin name meaning 'classic, elegant'." And, I can't help but laugh.
I've known the guy for 10 minutes, but he definitely wasn't elegant... More like he wanted to break everything apart or burn everyone alive.
I groan, eventually turning off my phone, and I feel a sudden smack to my stomach.
Jesus! I already know I'm thinking too deeply about a random guy and okay, maybe I'm a little creep--
Wait, what on earth am I saying?
"Please stop!" I hear a whimper, causing me to turn to the side and I notice my mum, digging at her skin.
Again! It's always happening again!
I sigh, carefully placing her head on top of my lap, and I lie back.
"Stop!" She chokes, with her fingers springing out and gripping onto my arms.
I always wonder how she's able to constantly move during her nightmares, compared to me.
I sigh, noticing the nails digging into my skin. "As long as you don't do it to yourself." I whisper, quietly singing random songs to calm her down, and I check out more of her stuff in the meantime... An enormous wardrobe for her clothes, a table for makeup and extra accessories.
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Her room seems peaceful... In contrast to the thoughts running in her head right now.
Similar thoughts in my head.
I gently slide her head off, tiptoeing to her drawer to grab her sleeping mask and I carefully place it on top of her eyes.
But, the walls distract me... Plain and boring.
I glance back at my mum to discover she's asleep and I let out a breath of relief at the sight.
But, I decide to sit outside on the porch instead, not wanting to risk waking her up and, I notice this town... Really does look peaceful.
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