Dear Diary,
Somethings don't exactly go as planned and in my case that refers to the fact that I can't even get to my fracking apartment right.
My entire body quivers helplessly under the dim rooftop lights.
Rooftop what...
My hands and legs were tied with thick rope, slowly making an imprint on my skin.
My head is aching and my breath stinks. I blame the onions that my mom threw at me this evening. I ate them.
All the weapons were missing from my dress, making me believe that it was someone that knew me who brought me here.
I looked around.
Front. Back. Left. Right.
None at sight.
I hear faint whispers in my head.
Why am I here? I thought to myself in the freezing cold box of a room I was in.
You know exactly why my dear Charlotte.
It wasn't long until I realized it was all in my head. A rush of fear and adrenaline flood through my veins. I start to shiver. My heavy eyelids start to give up control.
" WHO ARE YOU? "
I blare through the dollops of water streaming down my cheeks.
" SHOW ME YOUR FACE, YOU COWARD."
I fidget with the ropes tied around my hands and feet trying to loosen them through the mayhem in my head, growing with every passing second.
Oh my Charlotte, you know exactly who I am. You know precisely how I look.
"NO NO NO..."
I didn't know this voice in my head. I am sure about it, unless...
"I am not a me,"
I am also a We.
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"What do you mean"
She says stuttering through the shock in his words."I can feel your every emotion, I see everything you do, I hear all that you hear"
Suddenly Charlotte felt a wave of emotions surging through her body.
How often is it that someone comes up to you and says that they can touch feel and see things that you can.
At That moment she felt like an open book, all secrets exposed and fears known to a stranger. It made her feel weak and vulnerable.
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3rd August 2017:
Hey guys
This is by far the longest time I've not updated my story.
Starting this story in February of 2017, I did not even imagine that I'd have around 150+ reads for the story that I wished to tell.
At one point after my previous chapter, I thought of deleting my work and not look over it again because of many personal reasons.
But a dear friend of mine motivated me to do write another chapter even though my gut said what I'm going to be doing is pointless.
So I changed my perspective towards posting chapters late. From now on I will be consistent (or at least try ) to upload on a weekly schedule.
As a first try, this week I'll be uploading the next chapter on Thursday.
Thank You for listening to my rant about why I did not upload.
Recently I started to watch Sense8 and I fell in love with it and if you've watched it too you'd find its inspiration on this chapter.
If you liked this chapter, please don't forget to vote, share and comment.
xx
-Tanseera
A/N Edit
---- 11th June 2019: I'll be updating after my uni exams that end this month. Peace.
A/N Edit---- 30th June 2019: I've done a sequential edit for this chapter after the end in the original chapter.
More news on how this story will develop will be hinted in the upcoming chapters.
Cool stuff is coming up.

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Dear Diary
AdventureCharlotte Rose is an average student going through a normal and constant life. She enjoys life as it comes and has a sarcastic yet brilliant humour in her that holds her world together. She began writing down her thoughts and stories and events that...