Sparklings

Sparklings

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The migraine of torrent memories kept on replay in the for front of Emaries Mind. There Was barely any recollection of those memories except The sound of bullets from a gun. Emaries Skin was glowing florescent white, lighting up the forest from which she had been dumped in. She knew she was in danger the moment she hit the hard forest floor. The Bodies thrown over her left the lingering sensation of terror that was crawling up her spine. The Face of the woman above her forced the rest of the traumatizing memories out. She didn't have to question herself about what happened, she already knew and It was going to change everything. The one thing she did question however was Who she was, who the faces from her horrible traumatic memories were. Who did this to her, to them and more importantly, why?
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That's right, these are just.. my memories. They're flashing before my eyes, but why? Am I dying? No, I can't die yet, there's so much I have to do. And really... I really don't want to relive through these memories. My past... This worthless past. This worthless... "And that fleeting hope where I started to believe that I could fix my life grew so big, I couldn't control it. At that moment, I knew I had to make it back to finish my self-imposed duties." "But in the end, they were nothing but words. I couldn't manage a single thing on my own. At the end of the day, right before my eyes, I'm reminded that I shouldn't have been the one to survive-Not at all." All of my attempts, everything I've been through, and all I had to suffer for, it was all just a pathetic, comical, uninteresting story. [Also on Quotev under GabrielXander]

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