ambrosia papageorgiou, a once wonderfully talented and vibrant young girl whose life was turned upside down after getting diagnosed with leukemia.
after moving to forks, washington with her mother, abandoning her long time friends, she gets introduc...
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|AMBROSIA OPENED HER EYES, TAKING IN THE BLURRINESS OF HER DREAM. She rubbed her eyes, trying to get used to the dark light she was put into, suddenly. When she fully adjusted the most she could, she looked around taking in the dark walls of where she was. She gasped softly, noticing mirrors. Mirrors, reflecting against eachother, showing herself.
Her finger brushed her jawline, observing the same cut from her last nightmare. Then she realized, she was in her last nightmare. Her fear level rose, and her eyes widened. Her heart picked up it's pace, beating against her chest. Her adrenaline surges so fast she almost vomits. She could taste the saliva thickening in her throat and beads of sweat trickling down her brows.
Her breathing quickened, and she groaned loudly, on accident as her head throbbed. It was so painful, maybe even more so then last time. It pounded, almost as if it was trying to give her a message, trying to tell her something. A warning possibly. She reached up, trying to pull herself off the ground. She clutched one of the pillars, using her strength to do what seemed like a pull up.
She fell onto the column, latching her hands around it so she could stand up. She looked around seeing outlines of two figures. She attempted to walk over to them, only to stumble onto a wooden table that looked out of place. Her legs were giving out, and she just couldn't stand. She felt the urge to rest, and lay down, sleep out of this nightmare.
She wanted to stand up, and investigate, but on the inside she knew she couldn't. She laid against the table, hoisting herself ontop of it. When she was on fully, her eyes began to shut, taunting her of sleep.
She felt herself calming, and her body relaxing. As calm as she felt, she couldn't get rid of her throbbing head. She forced her eyes to shut, once they had opened again, she curled herself into a ball, only to be disturbed by a horrid scream.
Ambrosia didn't move, she laid there, flinching each time a heavy step made it's way closer to her. She ignored the dark chuckling that came from a masculine voice, and curled herself tighter into a ball. And suddenly she was thrown against a wall, her bones cracking underneath her, which made her let out a scream of agony.
In that intense silence she somehow screamed with her entire body. The eyes wide with horror, the mouth rigid and open, her smooth, chalky face gaunt and immobile, the fists clenched with blanched knuckles and the nails digging deeply into the palms of her hand. She couldn't help the painful screams that left her.
She looked up to face her abuser, and met eyes with the long haired blond male. His sinful smirk never left his smug face. She wanted to go up to him and rip his throat out. The pain she was suffering through was unbearable. She screamed once more, holding onto her chest. She couldn't understand the pain. She understood she had broken bones but this was too intense.
