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KIDNAPPED AGAIN
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Henceforth, you are the other Y/N.
WARNING: VERY MILD 🍋
Y/N's POV
Tears spilled freely down your face, hot and uncontrollable, your fingers digging into your throat as if the act of holding yourself there might keep the memories from slipping away. The image in your mind struggled to stay together.
A woman.
There had been a very important in your life, it was a woman with gentle hands, a woman with a presence that once meant home and safety.
But the details about this woman was slowly melted… the details were dissolving...
Her face blurred like wet ink on paper.
You couldn’t remember what she looked like anymore.
You staggered back a step, breath hitching violently in your chest.
No. No, this wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be happening.
Your mother wasn’t a vague shape. She wasn’t a silhouette swallowed by some damned fog.
She had been real. She had laughed and made cookies with you. She had spoken and told you countless stories. She had called your name countless times with nothing but absolute gentleness.
You tried to force the image back together.
Tried to remember the sound of her voice, the color of her hair, the warmth of her smile.
But nothing seemed to stay long enough to be a complete memory of her.
Panic clawed its way up your spine that you started trembling.
You wiped your face roughly with the back of your hand, swallowing a ragged breath before your eyes darted around the empty street.
Hell stretched before you in its usual grotesque calm, demons wandering, neon lights flickering, distant manic laughters echoing through alleyways.
Everything looked the same. Only you... you were the only one different...
No one will be able to understand you enough...
You gasped, and something inside you was quietly collapsing.
Without really thinking, you moved forward, hugging yourself to somehow calm down.
Your feet carried you through streets that you barely registered, past the countless buildings and crooked signage until you found yourself climbing a stairwell inside a narrow four story structure that smelled faintly of rust and stale smoke.
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Fanfiction_____________ON GOING______________ You were pretty hopeless as you lay on the dark green grass, as you see your own blood probably pooling beneath your body.. Pretty much deserved all of this, since you just tried to mimic that one TV show characte...
