Days went by, they disappeared into thin air, have still yet to return? I don't know when.
I'm stuck back here in this apartment once they sent me free realizing my hand prints were not in the empty bodied crime scene, no ones hand prints to be exact.
I'm sitting here on the wood floor in the 'forbidden room', which the name now has no meaning with no one in my way to be here.
I'm looking through the draws craving to find something that makes sense in this fucked up mishap, I'm searching until I find something that catches my eye.
I examine the article close, women, the 5 women I'm well known with, but it says on the top, 'Went Missing 7 years ago'.
Celebrating annual missing date ? Classy.
As I keep digging my hand reaches in and finds a faded picture, and the women in the picture are indeed the ladies in the news article.
The picture in captioned in cursive on the back of the faded picture , '1902 July 7th Sandra's 23rd birthday with friends'.
My brain is chasing circles trying to solve this, 1902? Wouldn't that mean they would be passed on by now? The girls in the article went missing just a few years ago, it even shows birth dates they aren't the same.
This is fucking me up I can't quite puzzle this together.
I take a deep breath, close my eyes and start thinking my way through this, if both sets of women-wait, both sets ?
My eyes widen, there are two sets of them, if they're two of each then why is the original taking place of the others?
My head starts spinning at the fact I can't grasp this information at once, I hold my head in agony groaning.
"Fuck fuck think Y/N." I say to myself in need of encouragement.
I start to furrow my eyebrows, first of all what would they want with me anyway ? Why are they trying to mess with my life?
I look more into the draws finding a journal looking through some pages finding one that catches my eye, the 5 women in proper gowns standing near that old hotel building they took me when we went from Camila.
There were names labeled on the back, 'Sandra, Christina, Katherine, Elizabeth, and Grace', these weren't the names of the creatures I'd known.
I soon here shuffling coming from the living area, I freeze taking out the journal, article and picture stuffing it in the journal as I walk out to see no intruder but 5 backs turned from me.
It's them.
I take a bold move and call out to get there attention.
"Elizabeth." Is state the name, having no clue which girl it could be.
Suddenly Camila is the one to turn around first, brown eyes boring into mine, that venomous smirk permanent to her facial features.
"Yes?" She questions as the other ladies turn around to face me as well making me suddenly nervous.
If I'm being honest they scare me, this situation scares me, I'm scaring myself.
(No fucking joke I'm scaring myself, I just decided to update and it's dark and listening to the weekend the vibe of this story is real.)
"Sandra?" I ask hesitantly look for any response.
"Yes." A once known as Ally speaks up
Suddenly something clicks in my brain as I start to point to Dinah, Normani and Lauren saying in order.
"Katherine, Christina, Grace." I say ending with Lauren then do a double take thinking 'how did I know that?'
"Good job Nyrina, I'm glad you remembered us after all these years." Laure-Grace speaks up making me confused.
"That's not my name," I start off with furrowed eyebrows, "My name is Y/N if you've forgotten." I finish
"Oh honey, I'm pretty sure soon you'll accustom to the name and find it to your belonging." Normani other wise know as Cristina says with that mischievous spark in her eyes.
My body suddenly goes frozen a gust of wind crossing my path making the hair on my nape stand tall.
I shiver closing my eyes tight at the sudden draft, once I reopen their all gone.
I sigh going to sit on the worn out couch flipping through the journal murmuring to myself quietly.
"That's not my name."
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A/N: sorry for updating so late, I finally figured out what to do, I'll be updating better know, sorry if it isn't as good as you were hoping, but thanks for reading! But I feel like this wasn't good and it was in fact stupid sorry for wasting your time
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I'm not crazy camila/you
Fanfiction"You need serious help", I tell her in a scared yet concerned tone. She shakes her head at me with a wicked smile plastered onto her features and this mischievous sparkle in her eye as she stared at me. "No, I seriously need you"
