Abandoned by her family for something she never did, Alessandra's life has been a stark contrast to her sister Ilaria's fairytale existence. Haunted by a series of traumatic events, she is compelled to return to the place where her nightmare began...
1. English is not my first language so kindly tell me if there's any mistake or something wrong is written also you all know the great 'autocorrect'. 2. This book will contain mentions of violence, self harm and some triggering scenes which will have warning so it's upto you to read or skip. 3. You can speak whatever you want to or feel about to the characters but not to me, I won't tolerate that. 4. You can message me on instagram if there's a suggestion or tip regarding the story. 5. I won't write mature scenes, not here not in any of my book so don't increase your expectation about it. 6. As I previously said this book, characters, name, scenes, plot everything's fictional no resemblance to real life. 7. This book, the plot, characters, aesthetics and everything has been created by me solely so no copying is allowed. 8. You may not like the plots or few of the characters in the book as I am not that much of a good writer you can say...hehe. 9. The next chapters will be posted only after the target of current ones is complete. Hoping for love from you all ❤️ Enjoy the story....
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☆ 3 August 2024 ☆
📍Edinburgh, Scotland
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As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the grounds of 'Gladiators Guild Academy' that was shrouded in eerie silence, a contrast to its usual hustle bustle. Alessandra stood on the terrace of the academy her heart heavy with the weight of memories. Memories of her past, memories of the torment she went through, memories of the ones who betrayed her and crucially the memories of last night.
She knew that last night, she had crossed a line, and the implications were now clawing at her conscience. With a sigh, she turned away from the terrace, reaching downstairs, she made way to her coping mechanism, her gym preparing to release her inner turmoil through anger, a habit she had found her escape in even after knowing its wrong. The scars of her past, both visible and invisible, felt like chains that bound her to a life she desperately wanted to flee.
As she approached the gym her ears felt the rythmic thump of her shoes against the floor in the haunting silence, making her way to the familiar ring she stood without her gloves infront of the punching bag, taking her position she back to back punched the bag echoing the sound of her knuckles connecting with the heavy leather bag hung infront.
Her mind raced, replaying the recent events, reliving her past. She knew she's been carrying a heavy burden, a weight that seems to grow heavier with each passing day. But in the solitude of the gym, she finds a strange kind of solace. The physical pain mirrors the emotional turmoil within her, providing a cathartic release.
