I try to move but I am stuck looking down on these old memories, everything flashing past me slowly drawn out, the pain exaggerated greatly. I can't even move myself, arms stuck wherever they are, legs not visible.
"Hurry!"
I don't remember daddy saying that? I remember vividly he would let me take my time when getting dressed after ballet.
"Get her inside!" His lips weren't even moving, who is talking? Slowly I feel as though I am sinking into nothingness. My heart skipping beats and my breath being stolen, as though pulled from my body. Gasping I attempt to pull at what I soon believe is my soul. White wisps float above me in circles, captivating me. Feeling lesser and lesser I drunkenly attempt to grasp at the the pieces above me. What is this feeling? More sinking and sudden fear, what have I done? Suddenly a figure flashes up where the floating pieces of myself once danced. I feel myself drawn to them like opposing energies. A pain surges through me, numbing me. I know this entity, I can't figure out their name. Everything seems to be merging into one, noises surrounding me but at the same time there is silence. A mosaic of things happening around me but a blank slate. Is this what dying feels like?
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Created by Mr J(ON HOLD)
FanfictionAs a child Andrea was abused by her father As a teen she was taken, she was traumatised Now she is dead But the Joker won't give up there *Sequel to Abused by Mr J*
