𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐁 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐱 𝐎𝐂
❝ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑢𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎 ❞
Sabrina Swan was a work of art, a beautifully catastrophic mess of delicate colours and harsh brush strokes. She was the girl that could see the future and ye...
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𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 21 𝚃𝚆𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳
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That night, Sabrina's dreams were haunted by James. Through the disorienting haze of unconsciousness, his ghost chased her through the forest.
"I killed your brother," she heard him repeat, over and over again.
She would cry out in agony, running as fast as she could yet somehow still stuck in place.
"I killed your mother," Victoria would then say, her voice echoing all around her yet somehow impossible to pin down, "But not you."
Sabrina would fall to her knees, dirt scraping against her sweaty skin as tears and blood streamed down her face, staining her hands and clothes.
"Why!" She screamed into the void of a forest, looking up at the trees that seemed to endlessly stretch out towards the sky, searching for the source of the voices.
She could feel James and Victoria's sinister smirks. They were toying with her, playing tricks on her mind and driving her to the brink of insanity.
"Oh, because you're special, little one," Victoria said, her voice deep and sultry yet still utterly terrifying.
"Because when I held dear Marie and drained every last drop of life from her body... I heard what was inside of her... still alive even as she took her final breath... I just knew I had to see what would become of you."
"No!"
Their laughter bounced around in her head, banging against her skull in a way that made Sabrina want to tear her own hair out with her bare hands.
"Look at all that thorny pain and twisted rage," James taunted, "It's all I could've ever dreamed of... you are exactly what I knew you'd be: a monster."
"NO!"
"Sabrina!" Benny yelled, snapping his fingers in front of her face.
She sat at the kitchen table of the Swan house, the room illuminated by the single lamp that sat on the table. It was late; the rest of the house now fast asleep as a storm raged on through the night but Sabrina refused to go back to bed. She stared blankly into her cup of coffee, her usually slightly tan skin looking so pale and dull that the blue veins beneath were visible from the surface and were only accentuated by purple-red bags of exhaustion encircling her eyes.
