Trigger warning- contains self harm, depression, abuse
Jane. No last name. You ask why? Well she forgot it. No she didn't run away, but Jane has a special ability. She can forget what upsets her. And bearing the last name, of people she distrusted was not something appealing.
She was always the peculiar type. Rarely speaking with words, fists seemed to be a better choice. Yet, she always seems to tell the truth when she claims that nothing happens. Jane first discovered her ability and utilized it for mischief as a young child. After a traumatic event, she shut herself out, and began to forget more of her memories. Yet, as she grows older, memories are coming back. Discombobulated random pieces. Pieces she thought that she had forgotten for eternity. Memories she dreaded. Pieces of her that she feared. It seemed like underneath her depression, she forgot herself. She feared her ability was faltering, but in truth, it was too strong. Every time she forgot, she forgot herself for longer. All her memories would disappear. It used to be only for a millisecond, but now, she struggles to remember herself for hours. Read to find out her hidden secrets and memories.
-I suck at writing descriptions so you'll have to read to find out more!
"It's rather ambiguous, I can forget all these moments; the moments of regret, violence; the events that made me feel vulnerable. Because I never want to feel that way again. I just Shut down, and make myself forget; locking those memories in a tight dark abyss. But, it seems like every time I forget those bad memories, I forget a piece of myself. It's a beautiful curse."
"It's a curse that lets me believe the beautiful facade I've made and identified as; the empty person I am. When I look back on myself, it's all blank. It's as if nothing happened. Everything is fuzzy and discombobulated. It hurts to remember. Just like it hurts to forget. It hurts to experience. That's why I will protect myself."
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A girl with dreams too big for the world she's trapped in, her heart full of hopes for freedom. But fate has other plans. There's someone out there... her shadow, who sees her not just as a dreamer, but as a prize to claim.
He makes her believe she's winning, but in the end, he always pulls her deep into his darkness.
Puppet :
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He destroyed me. Tore me apart until there was nothing left to save. I can't... I can't even breathe without feeling his shadow suffocating me. He stole everything-my dreams, my peace. And now, he's chasing me. Why? To crush what's left? To make me his toy? Or worse... his love?
I don't know if he wants me as his puppet to torment or his love to possess, but either way, he's unraveling me. No matter how far I run, his presence clings to me, pulling me back into his darkness each time deeper than before.
Puppet Master :
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She doesn't even realize how beautiful she is when she's broken. My fragile, trembling little Doll. She thinks she can run, but she belongs to me. Her innocence calls to me like a melody I can't stop listening to, so pure, so unaware of how deeply she's already mine.
Oh, let her try to escape-it only makes the hunt sweeter. I love the way she trembles, the fear in her eyes when she realizes she can't outrun her devil. I'll let her break a hundred more times, let her feel the weight of her hopeless escape. And when she's nothing but shattered glass, I'll mold her into what she was always meant to be. Mine... utterly and completely mine.
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