heartaches, heartbreaks, and dreams.

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003. HEARTACHES, HEARTBREAKS, & DREAMS!

❛ some say the most
beautiful, honest
and loving
people get the
worst life and outcome. ❜









' 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝟏𝟏, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟒 ' devante's residence - teaneck, nj

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' 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝟏𝟏, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟒 '
devante's residence - teaneck, nj

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"Get up and get out!" Were the only words that could be heard from the flight attendants as the plane, 1446 bulged through the sky. The pilot was doing his best trying to take control, in which he didn't succeed as the plane jerked forward hit the tip on the ground bouncing back up, then slamming into the ground again. The plane bumped across Illinois's Highway 114, slicing off the top of a truck and decapitating the driver. The plane then took a 360, jerking back hitting a water tank immediately causing the left wing to explode into flames. The only two things heard were the exhilarating screeches and screams and the ferocious shrieks of the plane tearing apart as it flipped over and crashed into a field. Leaving some of the dead passengers spreaded out on the ground covered in fuel and dirt, some dead inside of the plane and others screaming at the top of their lungs in shock of the accident that'd just occurred.

Stormi flew up from the bed, drenched in sweat and her heart running a mile a minute. Rubbing her face in terror at the vivid image that'd just playing recklessly in her mind. She couldn't even catch her breath as the memory came back to her as if it was happening all over again. For the past couple of days it was the same thing, but different times of her being on plane. She'd spent the last 48 hours dealing with the dreams by herself, but tonight was one of the first day's that DeVante could finally sleep in the bed without having to work in different places around the world. So she left him alone in her time of need, Stormi took a deep breath rising from the bed and walking towards their shared bathroom. The doorway was dark, but the flash of the light from the hallway shined in as the pit bulls laid out sleep downstairs.

As her eyes hit the blurry spot of the doorway, she spotted a image of a light skin woman laying on the floor next to a white hotel towel. The woman, looked every spit of her mother, the exact scene sent Stormi into shock mode. She let out a loud piercing scream, causing DeVante to roll out of the bed and run towards the bathroom as she stood with her hand over her mouth.

"Stormi! Why you screaming, what's goin' on?"

"I-I...I thought I saw something." She panicked as the figure that she once saw was now gone. She was just imagining it, all the memories in her mind was taking a impact on her wellbeing.

"What's the matter, did you see a bug or some shit?"

"No, I-nevermind."

"You sure?" He questioned, raising his eyebrows as he placed one arm on his hip.

"Yeah, I'm good. Just need to wash my face real quick." DeVante nodded his head, and sat on the bed waiting for Stormi to come out of the bathroom. She stood at the sink, looking into the mirror. Literally shaking at the moment, the night terrors we're messing with her mind, work-mode and sleep schedule. The nightmares of finding her deceased mother, the plane crash, and her cousin dying in her arms was all too much. Times and dream like theses were becoming normal, so much that she wouldn't even touch the bed to fall asleep. Days and weeks without sleep, we're suddenly taking a toll on her. Life and it's situations became different, her life was now a sudden box of change. Late nights in the studio, late nights in rehearsals and a lost appetite. Since September of 93' DeVante's attitude and appeal to other started to change with the guns, partying and overworking. It was now somewhat Stormi's turmoil of destruction. Mark the date of March 11, 1994. The day her life turnt upside down, for a while.



AUTHOR'S NOTE!
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aye, aye! it's my birthday and I was feeling excited and was like let me update a chapter real quick, even though it's a little depressing. just wanna thank y'all for 6 thousand reads!

( side note ) I also had a little story idea that came to mind yesterday and was thinking about publishing the first chapter. I don't know if I should wait till I finish this story or just go ahead and juggle two stories at one time. I'll see, anyways thanks again!


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743

𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊,           devanté swing.¹Where stories live. Discover now