"Trusting someone
is like sentencing yourself
to a painful demise."
TW ⚠️⚠️: Violence
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Song: Afraid - The Neighbourhood
THIRD PERSON POV -
She runs.
She runs until her legs burn.
Until her limbs feel like falling off.
She runs until the tall redwood trees fade into the background.
She runs towards the edge of the earth, but then realizes its a circle. And the realization that nothing can ever save her, rattles her to her core.
And she would've kept running.
If she didn't wake up...
And realize it all was a dream.
And then she calls herself an 'idiot', for falling for a stupid dream.
For having hope in her heart because of a simple dream.
Because nothing scares her more than hope and happiness. Weird isn't it?
Someone opens up her cell door, allowing of light to enter. The sudden brightness blinds the 7 year old.
As she squints her eyes, two men appear from the doors, roughly grabbing her and pulling her up to feet.
It hurts Angelina to stand. To breathe. And to even exist...
They unlock her chains and rap a rope around her arms tightly. So tight that it digs into her flesh. They push her forward and she stumbles on her feet. One of the guards walks in front of her, dragging her along by the rope. Its as if she's a dog on a leash. She very well may be...
After a few too many minutes of walking, they reach two big steel doors. One of the guards punches in a code. 93582
And although Angelina feels like death is breathing down her neck, she takes note of those exact digits. 'For future reference, if I even have a future.' She says in her mind, mocking her current state.
The door opens with a hiss, and the guard pushes it open.
A room all white, soon to be stained with all red.
Every time Angelina is brought to this very room, it's all painted with her flesh.
And that flesh grows back.
The 'Keepers' as they call themselves, have been developing a cell, that can heal itself , in turn healing flesh and restoring blood. It's a foreign concept, yet although it's unknown it isn't impossible.
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Vengeful Promise - (Ongoing)
Разное"Mama, I want my tweddie" 4 year old Angelina says to her mother, with her voice cracking. "Shut up!" Beatrice, Angelina's mother, shouts back, as she grabs Angelina's tiny arm in her hand harshly and shoves her into the arms of an unfamiliar man. "...
