At Luxford Academy, the elite boarding school for the ultra-rich, Adriana and Nicholas have been bitter rivals since childhood. Forced to live in the same dorm, their once-friendly pranks have escalated into daily clashes-sharp insults, constant bic...
W/ mature and sensitive content mentions of rape and smut
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I found myself standing in a long, dimly lit hospital corridor. The walls were a washed-out gray, the kind of color that seems to absorb all the life around it. Everything felt muted, like the world had turned down its brightness just enough to make everything seem off.
I knew where I was headed even before I started walking. The door at the end of the hallway pulled me in, a heavy, inevitable force drawing me closer. My heart started pounding, each step taking more effort, as if I were walking through thick mud. I didn't want to reach that door, but I couldn't stop myself. Something deep inside me already knew what was waiting on the other side.
When I reached the door, it creaked open as if it had been expecting me. The room beyond was cold—so cold that I could see my breath forming small puffs in the air. The sharp scent of antiseptic hit me, mixing with something metallic and sterile, a smell that clung to my skin.
Addy was there, lying on the operating table, her face pale against the harsh light that shone directly above her. A group of surgeons surrounded her, their faces hidden behind masks, their hands moving with a mechanical precision that felt disconnected, distant.
I tried to speak, to call out to her, but my voice wouldn't come. My throat was tight, like someone had wrapped their hands around it and squeezed. I could only stand there, frozen, as the scene unfolded in front of me.
The heart monitor beside her began to beep, slowly at first, then faster, erratic. My heart matched its pace, each beep driving a spike of fear deeper into my chest. I wanted to scream, to tell them to do something, anything, but I was rooted to the spot, powerless.
And then, the beeps started to slow. One by one, they faded, growing further apart until finally... silence. The flatline filled the room, a single, piercing note that seemed to echo inside my skull, louder and louder until it was all I could hear.
"No," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "No, this can't be happening."
But it was. I watched as one of the surgeons stepped back, his movements slow, deliberate. He reached up to pull the sheet over Addy's face, and that's when I lost it. Something inside me broke, a dam that had been holding back all the fear, the sadness, the helplessness.
"Addy!" I tried to scream, but it came out as a strangled cry. I rushed forward, my feet finally moving, though it felt like I was running through quicksand. I reached her side just as the sheet covered her face, the cold white fabric a stark contrast to the warm, lively girl I knew. The girl I loved like a sister.
I ripped the sheet back, desperate to see her face again, to see her smile, hear her laugh—anything to prove that this wasn't real. But her eyes were closed, her face peaceful in a way that made my chest ache. She looked like she was just sleeping, but I knew better. She wasn't going to wake up.
