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I don't remember much of those first days. Blinding pain. Screaming. Momentary relief. More screaming. And then isolation. I was always.. alone.
I hated it.
I hated being alone and in pain.
I hated it.
Until I welcomed the white, painless abyss.
~ * ~
It felt like the life was being drained from me. The times where I was conscious were short and far between. Once, I saw someone.
Once, I wasn't alone.
The figure was blurred and I couldn't distinguish who they were. I thought I heard them say something. Something about me. It terrified me.
Even after everything I was going through, though I don't know why. It somehow made me less willing to give in to the white abyss.
"She's dying."
~ * ~
There was one question playing in my mind on repeat.
Where was he?
Wasn't he supposed to be my knight in shining armor and save me? No. This wasn't like that. This wasn't like the stories of princesses being saved by their knights. This wasn't like the stories where they lived happily ever after. This was reality.
And reality was a cruel thing.
~
SUMMARY
A scientist had a theory that the world is surrounded by a filter, hiding peoples true identities. He believed that the people who know about it are evil, so he wanted to rise up his own army to fight against them.
The filter is broken, causing a pandemic.
Peoples true identities are revealed.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the fandoms in this story. The only characters of my own are the main girls and other characters I make up.
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