I know my fate, just as I'm "The Dark Seer," I will rot when the need to be seen and understood is put on my table like food, because I'm starved, so I will eat the pretty display. But I'll just be swallowing glass with the look of love on my face, staring at the evil bastard at the head of the table.
I have been here before, so I wore my pretty navy dress, my ombre curls down my back. The glass goes down more easily when the weight is heavy, and I can't think or speak. Let alone breathe...
I never thought I would be here, being caressed by such a monster with soft hands. I'm the deer, I don't know why I freeze or why I come back. I remember saying I love to see how high I could get and see how fast I could fall. So I understand now, this is who I am.
I just stayed in my seat with that half dead look in my eyes as I don't attempt to run I know I won't get far. He wasn't always cruel, he cared for me when I was broken or maybe he just liked how I struggled not to choke on the blood?
He wasn't always like that I promise, he was my red string.
Who do we think is the dark seer?
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➸ AFTER THE STORM
Fantasy© copyright - WRITTENBYBELLA19 "You look beautiful you know." Chris tells me and I stare at him, "No I don't I see me all the time tell me what you see." Morgan the girl who loves to escape from her reality... What if she reality shifts to a place...
