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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"I'm beyond curious of you Amina," Kate places a cup of hot tea in front of me.
"How did such a sweet girl get pulled into something so unexpected? Yeah, I of course got the shorter version of your story, but I would love to hear it in grave detail," I tug on the ends of my dark brown knit sweater.
My heart raced as I think about sharing any details, unsure of how my words will come out, will kate my therapist understand? Will she judge me? Feel sorry for me? Just the thought of being vulnerable left me uneasy. The soft lighting, and quiet space made it all feel safe, but there's still a knot in my stomach.
"What is going through your mind right now?" Kate leaned her arm on the arm chair with a fist under her chin.
I look into the cup of tea, "I-I don't know, that I lost my life."
"You survived. "
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Months ago
"She's awake!"
White walls, the sterile brightness of the room, the faint beeping of a monitor nearby, my eyes grew wider at the people in white coats looking at me. I look down at the wires that snake out of my arms, I aim to lift my hand, but it felt sluggish and uncooperative. The smallest movement sends a ripple of dizziness through me.
"Hello Miss Martin, I'm Dr. Galloway. You've been in a coma for a while, but you're awake now, and you're safe here in the hospital. We're going to take good care of you as you recover. Do you remember what happened before?"
"In another life we got to be friends the right way." He whispered, lightly kissing my cheek.
I blink a few times, nodding, recalling my last moments.
Suddenly, a dark figure looking through the window, unmoving and ominous, as if he has always been there, Reign stood there eyeing me. My breath quickens to frantic, each inhale seeming to choke me. The bed beneath my feels too small, my hands tremble uncontrollably as I grip the sheets.
The doctor's voice is muffled, but it's no use. The terror grips me. Even with the lights on, even with the walls around me, his shadow is real to me—too real. I can't seem to escape him. Someone rushes in making his shadow disappear, I blink a few times again hopeful that I'm not seeing things, my body is beyond exhausted.
Mom?
Her eye's softened, and full of life.
The silence had become unbearable, and I had only just started to accept that maybe I would never see my mother again.
But now, standing in front of me, was the woman I had feared I'd lost forever.
"Mom?" my voice broken and hoarse, the word feeling both foreign and too right at the same time. The doctor quietly leaves the room. Tears streamed down my face from the overwhelming joy of seeing the woman I had missed so deeply. The moment felt like a dream, a beautiful, impossible dream come true.
