Alessandro's Obsession (18+)

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A/N: This chapter is long, about 2000+words. So, the upcoming chapters will also be the same. Hope ya' like it!

The Present...

Annabelle's POV

"M-mamma, Grab my hand." As I reached out to her with all my might.

She's just standing right in front of me, with a small gap between us.

Why isn't she moving?

Her body was stiff. Her eyes, so dull and lifeless, were staring ahead as if I wasn't there in front of her.

I took in our surroundings.

We were at the basement, the exact place where I've last seen her. Then, I noticed her appearance.

In contrast to her black flowy dress, her pale skin made her blue eyes stand out.

As I looked into her eyes, It was then I realized that she wasn't just staring in space.

She was looking at something.

Snapping my head back to see what she's glancing at, I was dumbfounded when I found myself staring at a wall coated with white.

Making sure that we were looking at the same thing, I willed myself to go toward it, wanting to know if it has anything to do with her death.

Studying closely at that small area located at the middle part of the wall opposite of the bunker, I noticed that it's color was a little off, somewhat faded, compared to the rest, forming a square-shaped figure.

Moving my hands toward it, I was confused when they stopped halfway.

'What's wrong with my hands?'

Then I tried again. Still, nothing happened.

Heavy footsteps reached my ears, then followed by a voice, the same one who talked outside the door.

"Lydia! Come out, now. Hiding won't do you any good, sweetheart." His booming laugh echoing throughtout the walls.

"Don't let me come get you, or else I will just be prolonging your death. You don't want it to be gruesome, right?" mock evident in his tone.

Mamma desperately covered her mouth to prevent herself from choking out a sob.

She couldn't stop her tears from continuously running down her very pale cheeks.

She fell unto her knees. Her form shaking furiously, cowering in fear.

She quickly crawled towards a corner of the room, out of sight from the doorway, then curled herself into a ball.

It was at that moment when few loud stomping of feet reached outside the door.

Then came a knock.

I felt my heart rate pick up. I can't breathe. I tried to focus my eyes on Mamma, Her expression was mirroring mine. Frightened.

"Mam--"

I woke up in cold sweat.

I hurriedly sat up, afraid to return back to that dream.

My hands were shaking as I clutched tightly on the sheets.

I released ragged breaths and focused on how to even out my breathing.

I roamed my eyes throughout the room.

Thanks to the few beams of light shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I felt my body relaxed when I saw baby pink walls instead of white and a nightstand with littered books, a lampshade, and a digital clock indicating 6:47 AM.