―❧Worlds change when eyes meet❧―
Abrielle Miller is an 18-year-old girl who witnessed the death of her family when she was just a little girl. Her aunt took care of her until death knocked on her door, adding grief to Abrielle's broken heart and sha...
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I stirred in my bed as the sunlight danced over my face, trying to get me out of bed. Since when was nature an alarm. I stuffed my face in my pillow when I whipped up in shock. This isn’t my bed! Whose bed am I in? I felt dizzy when I started to remember what happened last night. I tried to get up but a tight hold on my waist prevented me from even budging my leg. My eyes widened in panic when I saw who was holding me and I began to thrash around and scream. I'm sure as hell that my loud screams burst his eardrums as he jolted awake, his face void of emotions and unreadable. He was- he was the one who murdered the man in the hallway: and he's sleeping next to me!? I’m in a bed with a murderer! What the hell? How can he sleep so peacefully after killing someone? Dang it, why am I here in the first place?
"Get the fuck off of me you sick bastard, how dare you touch me!" I screamed even louder, frantically flapping my hands around to loosen his grip on my waist but he caught my hand.
"Calm down I didn't touch you; you were-" I cut him off by slapping him across his face and that's when his pupils dilated and filled up with fury. Stupid, stupid Abrielle. Great, you just made a psycho-murder angry. Goodbye sky, goodbye sun, goodbye hand… I shook my head to snap out of my thoughts when he slammed me to the headboard violently. My head throbbed in pain from the whiplash, so I squeezed my eyes shut tight to let the pain subside.
"Listen here Princess, nobody ever dares to speak to me like that. You better watch your tone or I will shoot you like the man in the hallway. Do you understand mi amore," he whisper-shouted in a husky tone.
[ Italian Translation: My love. ]
Gunshots Ringing Blood Lifeless bodies Death
I inhaled sharply and the memories of my parent’s stiff and cold bodies flooded my head. Tears began to roll down my face like rain streaming down a window. A stray tear bounced onto my lip and the salty taste of my agonising pain ripped me away from my thoughts. A painful lump formed in my throat and I tried to fight back my tears but they kept strolling down my cheeks. I was drowning slowly in my sorrows, when I felt a large hand wiping my tears away gently. I looked up with glassy eyes and snapped out of my shock.
"Then shoot me; free from this agonising pain. Actually, you won't be hurting me, you’ll be doing me a huge favour," I snarkily spat at him. He was caught off guard by my words, so he dropped my wrist and left the room leaving me bewildered. A few minutes later, two young girls entered, looking around the same age as me. One of the girls was remarkably tall with shoulder-length black hair and turquoise eyes. The other other girl was her polar opposite with dark, conker brown hair and glossy brown eyes.
