Porcelain Girl
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Last published Thu, Oct 11, 2018
She felt some kind of warmth in her palm. Maybe a fever, a dream wrought from illness. But as her eyes began to lose their heat and the throbbing in her skull began to fade enough for her to hear, the feeling became real. Someone was holding her hand.
Trixie died. After millions of years of waiting, it is possibly the cruelest joke of the many she's been forced to experience. She finds herself in heaven, a realm of gilded homes and white, and she finds herself in the companionship of the far too kind Jackie M. Forced to adjust to an unprecedented level of companionship and a world specifically built for rest and recovery, for the first time in possibly her whole life, Trixie begins to recover.
I'm going to try and update every Sunday yell if I don't. First chapter is super rough and not really necessary so feel free to skip you just need to know: she dies. Which was already kinda obvious
Trixie is super traumatized and has been through some dark stuff, individual warnings will appear at the beginning of chapters but violent imagery, swears, flashbacks, and thoughts/mentions of suicide will appear throughout
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