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ETTA ♛
There was nothing. Nothing but the deepest pool of the darkest ink swirling around the sinking girl, pulling her in whatever direction it pleased.
One second she was floating. The next, drowning, with no concept whatsoever of which way was up and which was further down into the blackness. The silence around her seemed to crush her limbs, closing in on her with every second or hour or day that passed, as if it was trying to capture her completely, to take its deathly silence and use it to still her own heart.
But then there was a light. And it was like swimming through liquid clay when she surged for it.
A blinding whiteness filtered through her eyelashes as her eyes slowly opened, as if they were blinds opening to the early morning sun, and as things grew clearer, she felt the numbness, the ice in her veins that had refused to leave her, slowly start to thaw as a comforting warmth seeped into her skin.
Finally, she was somewhat awake. Alive, at least.
But completely and utterly lost, as if the rest of her mind was still stuck somewhere in that darkness she had clawed her way out of, had almost succumbed to. Panic started to simmer beneath her surface.
Until it bubbled over.
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The first convulsion of Etta's body had startled Calum beyond imagination. He'd been sat in the same padded hospital chair for nearly an entire day, now, watching every minute go by without a single movement from the girl before him. Not a single whisper of life.
