AFTER
The image was dark and beautiful.
It was just before dawn, at that moment when the world turns silent and everything is blanketed in that blue-gray light.
The streetlights have gone off, Predictably. Tonights a full moon, everyone knows what to expect. The only source of light was the moon's natural shine.
On the ground and slightly to the right, set in blue-gray grass, is a fantastic bush.
It looks like something from a fairy tale, the branches perfectly curled like a witch's fingers. At the center lies a girl.
Shreds of her skirt are tangled among the branches blowing in the morning breeze like tiny flags.
One of her legs is bent up; the other juts out of the bush, dangling a Mary Jane shoe.
Her left hand is under her and the right one with a purity ring on the ring finger, reaches up as though to pluck the single deep-red rose that hangs above her- the only spot of color in the image.
Her face is lovely, curly hair feathering over half of it, Her body is covered with angry gashes and a pathetic little stream of her remaining blood colors the ground burgundy around her.
Her lips part, as though she's about to say something, But then you see her eyes and know it's impossible.
They are wide open, pupils fully dilated.
And sightless.
It looks like any of the dozen photos I've taken for my Uncensored series, with two very crucial differences;
I didn't take this.
And I'm in it.
I'm the dead girl in this photo. Only, she's not dead. Not completely, not yet.
It was the police who shot it, responding to the 911 call from Mrs.Jameson reporting a dead body her poodle sniffed out on Dove Street.
It took them three minutes to arrive after the call. It took them eight minutes to realize I wasn't dead yet.
"Poor girl." Said the Coroner, snapping picture after picture while the EMT bent down to try and remove her from the bush.
"Didn't anyone teach her not to go walking alone on nights like this? Nothing's safe these days." Then he felt something, it was so weak he almost missed it.. but there it was again; Thump...nothing. Thump...Thump...a heartbeat?
"Hey Paul, She's alive!" The EMT yells, requesting back up. " She's got a pulse, -it's faint but it's there."
It took them five minutes to stabilize my breathing. Twenty-two minutes to cut me out of the bush.
When I woke up, I had no memory of how I got there or what led up to me being there. (Which is apparently normal, the doctor says, Considering I shoudn't have woken up at all.)
But slowly pieces of it have been coming back. -An intensive care unit is a good place to do a lot of deep thinking - or a bad one, depending on what you're thinking about.
I stare at the photo in my hand trying to figure it out, try to remember. Lately, Much of the puzzle has been filled in and I'm not sure I like the picture that is emerging.
"And down the rabbit hole she fell..."
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Mercy; a harry styles alternative universe fan fiction.
[ Book 1; Monstrous Afflictions-Affections ]
coming soon.
All of the characters in this story are fictional. The characters in this story are not based in any way, shape, or form of themselves in reality. I do not own One Direction. Rights Reserved @me
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