Hidden { She is back for Revenge }
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Prologue ~
The room was as devoid of beauty as I am of hope. Its walls are simply white, not peeling or dirty just white.
As a VIP room, dominated by a bed. Which has a bedside table, comfortable chair or dinning table . Decorated in color designed to be restful, but come as akin to a decorators choices for a funeral home.
Cold, Institutional tile floor, the room as an undertone of bleach and the floor is simply grey, window that looks out on beautiful landscape. It was perhaps once the kind of green that reminds people of spring time and hope, but it's faded so much tht the hue is insipid.
As a beautiful silk hair lady was laid off on the softly but comfortable bed. With a lot of life supporter, intravenous drips and a digital monitoring system that tends to beep each seconds.
She looks peaceful in the pure snow white but calmly room. Not a single person, flower or cards. She was sleeping to pass the time.
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Days went, month passed, years gone still the peaceful innocent and beautiful lady laid still not a single friction.
The weather changes as the thunder striked from above hitting the closed glass window. The limp curtain flowed with the rhythm of the wind as the heavy rain dropped with each thunderous sounds.
Still peaceful and calm on the bed when a mighty thunder strike as she slowly opened her eyes in a fright...
From that moment everyone knew She is awake ~~~
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