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❝ 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. ❞
TW!▬▬mention of domestic & alcohol abuse & suicide
𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑹𝑶𝑪𝑲𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑹𝑨𝑫𝑳𝑬 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒔
❛ and i'll love you till the day i die ❜
𝑀𝐴𝑁𝑌 𝐷𝐼𝐹𝐹𝐸𝑅𝐸𝑁𝑇 𝑅𝐸𝐿𝐼𝐺𝐼𝑂𝑁𝑆 𝐴𝑁𝐷 walks of life believe in different forms of the afterlife, but the real afterlife was nothing but hell. No matter how good or bad a person may be, every single living thing is sent to its own personal hell where they are tortured by their worst fear for the rest of their existence to make them realize how fortunate life truly was.
It was no different for Juno. She woke up in her own personal hell.
Juno was sat at a circular table with a family dinner on top. Her father, Victor, sat across from her eating, her mother on her right doing the same, and just like her parents, her brother, Luca, on her left eating as well. Juno's heart, if it were beating, would have sped up, her anxiety only heightening at the sight of her dead relatives, one of which she killed.
"So...you died." Her father broke the silence as he took a bite of his food. Juno wasn't really sure what it was. It seemed that every time she blinked, the food changed, it showed all of her family dinners -- those nightmares.
"Killed yourself, should've known. Pathetic, just like your brother." Her mother motioned to Luca, who was looking down at his food and silently eating, not wanting to engage in any of this. But that was normal. He was used to Juno trying to stand up for himself while he began the target of all the ridicule.
"I always thought you were stronger than Luca, but apparently, I was wrong. This bitch took a gun to his head and you, you stabbed yourself and didn't realize until you were already dying. Seriously? You're that fucking stupid?" Victor criticised just before her mother scoffed. "I thought I raised you better."
"You didn't raise me, you almost killed me." Juno furrowed her eyebrows as she looked to her mother, her last memory of her being that car crash. Victor rolled his eyes, obviously taking his wife's side even though they argued constantly. Although, he would always defend his wife over his children. "Stop being so dramatic."
