Flames engulfed the Victorian family home while the girl with long brown hair and teary brown eyes stood and watched from the depths of the bitter woods. She observed from far away, listening intently to the harsh screams and deafening whimpers of her own dear family.
Thick smoke clouded her vision from the scene unravelling before her. The tall roof now falling and collapsing to the ground in shriveled pieces, now only flames were what were left of the home where she was once born, where she cared for as a daughter, as a sister.
Never again would she be able to come home after one of her deadly adventures in the woods and be able to feel safe. She lost her armour, her sheild. She was vulnerable, standing in the middle of the woods in only her thin white nightgown and a crumpled photo of her and her father in the fist of her hand.
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Born To Die. niall horan au
FanfictionWe all live in our own Dark Paradise, it's just up to us if we will ever see the light.
