How I died.

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"Sofia! I'm here to take over." My co-worker, Mandy walks up to me with a bright smile. I nod at her and take off my apron. "Be extra careful on your way home though. I heard that a lot of bad stuff has been happening at night now a days." A smile forms on my lips as I slowly limp to the locker room.

She really shouldn't worry about me so much. I only live two blocks away. And yes... I know that I can't run away if something happens nor can I scream for help but I highly doubt that something will happen to me in such a short period of time.

"You know... Your ass looks nice in those jeans. Are they new?" Mandy smacks my ass while smirking at me and I roll my eyes in response but nod anyway. "Nice! If only my butt would look like that..." She looks at the ceiling dreamingly. Like it will grand her wish.

I giggle while making a weird, rough sound and reach over to pinch her ass. She yelps and slaps my hand away. "Meanie! Now go before I decide to walk your cute ass home." She says while she turns to return to the kitchen we work at. "See ya, Sofia!" I knock twice on my locker before I put my stuff away. While doing so my mind starts to go back to that cursed day. The day I lost the simplicity of being 'mundane'.

'Bilateral vocal cord paralysis' is what they called it. Both of my vocal cords are damaged beyond repair and have been so for the past 10 years. I can produce sounds but words... not so much.

It all happened in a cliché way. We had a car accident. It was stupid really... We had a green light and an asshole from the left didn't see his red light and he slammed straight into my mothers' side of the car. She died on impact. They tried to save her, they really did but failed in the end. I, on the other hand damaged my neck and throat. It resulted in two everlasting consequences. The first being that I lost all control over my vocal cords. The second that the nerves that send the signals from your brain to your legs has taken slight damage. My legs don't receive every signal they are supposed to get so you could say that I have a limp now. Add an occasional faceplant with the floor and you have the laughingstock of the class. Thanks to it being so long ago I have gotten used to the changes and instead of trying to talk I just decided to be quiet all together.

As I leave the small restaurant, I look around me at the people on the street. 'Have to remain alert' is what I tell myself but all too soon do my thoughts slip to the fan fiction I have been reading on Wattpad. It is a twilight fanfic and even though I have only seen the movies (I'm not much of a reader) I just love some of the stories on there. Right now, I am reading one that is about a girl who just wakes up in that world. The world with werewolves and vampires and... who knows what else?

As I reach my house, I don't notice someone behind me until it is too late. The moment I open my door I am pushed inside and the door gets slammed behind me. "Nice ass you've got there. How about you show me what it looks like without those jeans of yours?!" I yelp softly as my attacker grabs my hair and pulls me from the floor. I recognize him as my father's old friend. He always made me uncomfortable but I never thought he would do something like this...

My jeans are ripped from my body while I try to make it as hard for him as possible. I guess I made it too hard for him because he gets so annoyed that he grabs a knife and holds it to my throat. "Stop fighting me, you piece of meat!" But I don't stop. At least not until he digs the knife into my chest. I am unsure what he stabbed but I know that it hurts like a bitch. I am having trouble breathing as I'm dropped to the ground. He rushes out of my apartment while leaving the knife on my floor.

As I reach my phone, I manage to read the pop-up from Wattpad that there is an update on the story I have been reading. But before I can unlock my phone and call 911, I blacked out. My last thoughts exist out of a wish and a complaint. If only I could be reborn in a place like twilight... I hate this fucking world.

"I am sorry, my dear. I will grand you your wish. It is the least I can do for you."ss 

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