Myra Jade Ivy is an -almost- normal teenager. She has very pale skin, haunting, bright blue eyes, dark circles under her glowing sapphire eyes due to a constant lack of sleep, and she has the voices in her head, playing the harsh words said to her over and over like a broken record player. Each day, each hour, each minute, and each second she spends living her sane side is battling against the lurking insanity threatening to take over her life. And what's worse is each and every second, it gets stronger, and closer to winning, and anything and everything that goes wrong for Myra's sanity makes her lose more and more of it, making her sane side weaker, and closer to losing.
(Okay, I know a lot of people will tell me that with her mask, she looks like Ticci-Toby. The mask is because of something that happens later on in the story. She only wears that mask so she can actually talk and sing again. Sorry if you see too much of a resemblance, but I tried to make her as original as possible.)
Emmy's life is going just as she'd planned: She's living in her own apartment, dancing every day and is just leaps away from being named her company's next Prima ballerina. And she's only 17. But all of Emmy's plans come to a screeching halt when the FBI shows up at her door to let her know that she's being stalked by a serial killer. Suddenly, the safe, insulated world she created for herself is riddled with violence, fear...and a growing pile of dead bodies. At first Emmy wants nothing more than to forget her chilling new reality - but her admirer isn't finished with her yet, and before she knows it, Emmy's stuck in a nightmare she can't dance her way out of.
Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains detailed scenes of murder, rape, torture, sex and stalking, which may be triggering for some readers.
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