Finding Lux

Finding Lux

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'If you're walking through hell, keep going.' - Churchill We are creatures of survival. We fight. And keep fighting. Survival instinct is so strong that when you're drowning you don't inhale until the last moment. No matter how much you're freaking out,your body doesn't let you give up until your head feels like it's exploding. And then, peace comes. The pain is gone, time stops and you let your body sink further and further away. There is no more fear, only peace. So why do we keep going? Why do we battle the reflex to inhale till the last minute, till we can't do it anymore? Why do we choose pain? Lux doesn't know why anything happens anymore. A girl so filled with light and love, now the shadow of the person she used to be since the love of her life died. She constantly makes the choice to battle the reflex to give up and let pain go, but how much longer can she hold up? How much longer can she stop herself from inhaling?
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I'm about to tell you a story about a girl. A normal girl. A girl that had no cares in the world, until her trust for it was stripped away. When you read her story, you'll find yourself trusting her, loving her, rooting for her. But you see, not everyone gets to trust the world. Not everyone has a happy ending. --- Halfway through the kiss however, his attitude changed; instead of being a loving embrace, it became a fierce trap. His grip on her waist tightened, trapped her where she was instead of simply holding her where he wanted her. The hand in her hair grabbed a section of it, enforcing his demand for her not to go anywhere. Before she knew what was happening, he left go of her hair, and pushed her to the ground. She gasped, suddenly able to breathe. He stood up and walked over to her. He placed a soft hand on her cheek, just like he used to when he was telling her how special she was to him. None of the emotion was there this time however, all she could feel radiating from his was rage. "You shouldn't have run off, babe," he said bitterly. "I was about to show you how much I loved you. Instead, I now have to show you what happens when you anger me." --- The men regarded her, before she was shoved to the ground and one produced a whip. There, laying broken on the floor, as the other girls watched, she was whipped. Slowly, she felt her skin breaking in time with her heart and her will.

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