Book 2 of the 𝕱𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖇 series
{Duology}
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𝕾𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖇𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘.
𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚.
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𝕬𝖈𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖆 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖎 got tricked once, but she vowed never to be fooled...
THIS IS A PART OF A DOUBLE UPDATE READ CH2 FIRST ♥️
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Five months later - June
The room was rather depressing. And I was glad I was finally leaving from here.
Packing my few belongings inside my duffel bag, I threw it over my shoulder and exited room 217 for good.
However, I stopped right before I closed the door behind me and peeked inside one last time. It was not like I had lived here for the past five months... no not at all I sarcastically thought.
Something drew me back to just observe this place one last time. My safe zone that was for the past one hundred and fifty-seven days.
The bed, neatly made with tacked-in sheets on each side and fluffed-out pillows on top, was near the windows on the furthest wall from the door opposite of a small desk with some dried-up lilacs inside a glass vase. I always loved those. Every week the nurses or staff would change them with fresh ones but that eventually stopped a few months back. It was odd and my finger hovered over the call button for three whole days before new ones appeared. I was worried sick out of my mind. He never missed a day, so what happened? but even the dried ones brought a tad of serenity in the chaos of my mind.
A calmness I would sure miss in the following months.
It was funny how such a small flower could make me feel so at peace just by looking at it. The thought behind it.
It feared me even one day I came back and the vase was empty of them, only to thankfully be filled in the next hour.
The doctors said that I was at the peak of my health. My fractured ankle, knee and crispy arm have healed completely. The bruising on my brain had subsided immensely leaving only a faint scar along my hairline and only slightly peaking through my hair on my forehead.
But what is a healthy body when your mind is set on overdrive to destroy it?
I stepped inside one last time and neared the desk caressing with my thumb the delicate flowers of the lilacs. I exhaled a long breath.
"You can do it. One step at a time." One step at a time. I said out loud to myself so that I could hear my voice.
Easier said than done, but still-
I had five months to plan to a motherfucking T. There was no going back now. I sacrificed too much.
I stared at the beige walls until a knock on the door averted my gaze in that direction.
"Ready Cali?" Nurse Abby asked from the door. Cali. It was strange in a way. Five months had passed and I still couldn't bear it. Sometimes the nurses would speak to me and out of habit I would not turn around or respond. Cali was my name now.
