𝚸1 𝐎𝐅 𝚨 " 𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝚸𝚨𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒" | 18+
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A voice so tempting triggers the darkest parts of her mind, it makes her think unimaginable things, like the pain she thought she escaped.
His obsession for her deeply and darkly abnormal, the i...
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The cold night air hit me like a slap, invigorating yet chilling, a contribution to the stifling darkness I had just escaped. I glanced over my shoulder at the door I had burst through seeing if Reign is following me, but every instinct screaming at me to keep moving, to put distance between me and this nightmare.
Each step a desperate attempt to escape, I threw my heels running barefoot against the pavement. I dart for the shadows, pushing through the pain, fuelled by sheer will. The voices of Amaya's pleads telling me not to do this meet my ears, but it's to late. My hurried breaths mingles with the sounds of the night—distant traffic, rustling leaves—each noise a reminder of freedom, yet a constant reminder that he was still out there.
My heart raced not just from the running but from the fear that he might be close behind. Every rustle of the wind sent shivers down my spine. I run for the main road, it's only hours away from the sun coming up the roads are quiet. The thought of being caught again pushes me forward, each ounce of fear propelling me into a desperate sprint.
I run into a closed off alley, its darkness offering a shield for me to breathe for a moment, suddenly I broke out into a endless ugly cry, screaming for what my life has become. I press my back onto the rough brick in pain and exhaustion pulling at my hair hyperventilating.
I slide down it putting my head between my knees. This didn't have to happen, I didn't have to suffer like this to be somebody's.
I crave for a way out, the thought of losing everyone in my life because of him will leave me stuck and utterly broken with no thoughts or words to speak, so I had to try.
I want to believe that escape is possible, that I still have the courage to run away from the darkness that became my life.
The internal struggle was wearing me out, leaving me to feel like a ghost of the person I once was— lost, defeated and aching for a way to break free.
Though, I never really had the chance to be myself, I'm a shadow of what people wanted me to be. I'm suffocating in a cage of anxiety and depression knowing I didn't get the chance to really be myself.
With a deep breath, I look up at the dark sky matching my energy, gloomy and miserable.
I jump back in fright, "You alright over there?"
I caught sight of a random man watching my emotional episode at the end of the alley, he walks out the shadow to where I can see him properly, they guy had to be at least in his early twenties, he's cute with a baby face kind of cute.
"I noticed you were upset and it's dark out. Are you okay?" His words came off tired like he had taken something.
