"Three, two, one..." she counted the seconds left for her nail polish to dry. She stared at the now shiny black nails and realized her whole life, as her nails, was just a shiny cover up of the truth. Again, seconds passed as she blankly stared into the void.
Suddenly she couldn't see all her favourite rock band posters and all the messiness in her room disappeared. For a minute she thought the power went down, but if it did then why couldn't she see light coming from the window? Why was everything pitch black? And as she assumes she just passed out from all the running she did that morning, she wakes up in the bottom of a river, unable to breath. She tries to swim up to the surface, but something is pulling her back into the depths of the cold water. She looks down and two black chains are rapped around both her ankles that keep her far from the surface. There's blood everywhere, but it's not hers. Lastly, the water starts boiling and she hears a loud scream, but again, it wasn't her... "one, two, three..." these were the words whispered to her before everything vanishes and it's pitch black once again.
Welcome to my story...
-------------------------------------------«»-------------------------------------------------
April thought she was depressed, and was constantly being showered with anger from her parents. Sadly secrets are uncovered directly related to her nightmares and her family. Without the safety she used to feel, she can't help falling head over heals with a boy she met under stressful circumstances. With him on her side, she watches her whole reality fall apart, and darkness fill her life.
╰┈➤ ❝ [I stood there in unequivocal revelation, the lagging pain slowly catching up with me, but before I could release a fraction of the pain into my screaming, a bell rang, and suddenly, pilfered from my body was the ability to move. My face neutral and my muscles disabled as I fell face-first into the hard, scathing rock that lay unmoved before me.]
》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ * 。° 。 • ˚《
Imagine awakening in an environment you deemed unfamiliar, your back thrumming in pain, with your mind staying clear of how you ended up there or simply the moments that lead to your position.
You try to find a way out and later realize that you can't even remember who you are; your memories purged, your identity unknown.
It takes you a good amount of time, pain, and effort, and eventually you manage to gather tiny fragments of who you were along with the trauma of how you retrieved it, but it's okay, maybe it's all worth it as you finally make contact with another person. Turns out she was your best friend.
Finally, it looks like all is turning up until you learn of all the inhumane things you've done in your past, things that evade your newfound morals, things that were so detrimental to society that when you hear the reason as to why you've been enduring such agony, you understand why.
How many people did you even end up hurting? What did you do that was so bad, that it made millions wish the absolute worst of you? What will you do now?