Protect Me Alpha

Protect Me Alpha

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I sat on top of a glass and below was nothing but an empty darkness; I never moved in fear of falling. But that didn't matter it shattered anyways and down I went; I wanted to scream and beg for help but my voice was gone. I watch the last bit of light disappear so I dropped and there I stayed waiting for death to arrive and take me away. Please take me away. * Melody lives in the darkness where she sits and hides herself from the rest of the world. She sits there and waits for someone to shine a ray a light, to take her away from the things hiding in the shadows. And a light does shine and reaching for her are two pair of hands wanting to pull her out. Who will she choose, which hand will she place her trust on?
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Something came to Gisselle, when she suddenly crashed into a car while driving, a guy was there, helping her and trying to heal her. She felt something in her hand, she could smell it. She had a flower held in her hand. "Keep it safe, you might need it for luck." The guy's voice was low and mysterious. "What for?" I said, my head felt unconscious and light headed, I felt like I don't remember anything and wanted to throw up because of being light headed. The guy hasn't respond, but I got up to the door and deciding that if I should go home or go to school in the middle of the day. A hand held my wrist, still holding the flower that was in my hand. "Not yet, I'm not done. You have a major bruise on your head, I'll get you some ice." I didn't want ice, I felt like I wanted to go home, but I stayed for a while because I don't know where had my car go or where to exit. How did I get here? What happened? Why am I here? I needed answers, but I guess I'll save it for the last.

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