When Lightning Strikes

When Lightning Strikes

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20-year-old Cynthia wakes up after a forgotten night and finds out that she has a strange, formerly unknown mental condition. She can't remember any form of emotion, but that may be a good thing - especially when her new roommates aren't like regular friends. Welcome to Fort Row Mental Hospital. Please enjoy, and just a warning that there is some "mature" language, but nothing the modern teenager hasn't heard. Also, some characters may have disturbing backstories, and there are some pretty dark themes. I haven't classified this as mature, and if things really turn out dark, I will warn at the start of the chapter. Any helpful feedback is much appreciated. ~Pamela
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Anita," her angelic voice calls to me. Thunder rumbles in the distance. Her soft, delicate hands caressing my face, sparkling green eyes grounding me from the dark past I wish I could forget. "You're safe, it's okay." I bring my hand up, running my finger over the mound of scar tissue. The constant reminder of that night. The raised bump covers the bullet fragment embedded in my sternum. She takes my hands as more thunder rumbles and tears roll down my cheeks. "Breathe Anita," she says in a soothing whisper. My lungs were burning with the need for air and it was then that I realized I'd been holding it. I take in a gasping breath and recall the first time my eyes met her green eyes. My sister had been lifted off me and my eyes opening had startled her. The first time she touched me gave me strength to hold on. I held her hand tight, trying to tell her what happened, but couldn't get enough breath to form words. Sitting in the present going through the same as I had five years ago. "They were all found, Anita. They can't hurt you anymore. It's just a storm. All the doors and windows are locked, the alarm is set. It's just you and me." "Will you keep the light on tonight, please?"

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