Simply Darkness

Simply Darkness

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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." Updates at least twice a week!
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Zeus

Gangs. A girl. War. Fights. Love. Hate. Death. All words to describe the city of Athens. The most dangerous city in the country. But only those who have been there know that. Athens is not a place for tourism. Not many people who visit, make it out alive. Vicki, 16, has finally found a home willing to adopt her after 6 years of jumping from home to home, family to family, foster to foster. Some were good. Some bad. Some could, would, and did the unthinkable. But now she didnt have to deal with that. But she had no idea of the secrets that the friendly "welcome to Athens" sign hides. Or did she? She wasn't ever supposed to end up in the system. Or end up on her meds. She remembered nothing of her life before 10 years old. She had always knew something was missing, but this? This was more than she could ever handle remembering. **** "Wow, I thought it was just you guys and Artemis." "There's a whole world of gangs. There are gangs in every country, some even I don't know as a leader." "Is it tough being a leader?" "Some times. Especially when I have to deal with loss. But I also give some opportunities to people who need it. I've even given a homeless man a small job and it set him up for life." "That's cool. Are the Zusians tyrants. I mean were they?" something about the name doesn't shake me. It's stuck in my head for some reason. "They more are now. There's speculation that a kid got out safe and will one day take back the leadership, but after seeing the wreckage first hand, I don't think anybody left it alive," he says it. But he doesn't sound like he even believes himself. "Did the kid get out? Is it even slightly possible?" "Between you and me. I helped her escape. I know she got out. But I don't think she lived long after we lost contact. Why do you ask?" "Something about the name... It is vaguely familiar but I don't know why. Maybe it's just my meds." "You might have just heard it before." *** Cover by @_scintillas

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