Until The Flowers Blooms (Completed)

Until The Flowers Blooms (Completed)

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Anita a college student who try to make a slot as a metal illness survivor. She hate noisy street, she hate louds voices, she hate liar people to turn into her half identity, she hate fucking everything. All she want to have some dirty fun and to feel satisfied to her hunger when 11:00 comes. But what will happen when untold truth arise? Content and/or trigger warning: These should be used to describe something that might upset readers and make them feel bad blood, drugs, and nudity. Some content may affect the reader mentally, triggering stressful episodes, panic attacks, depression, anxiety. W A R N I NG Trigger warnings: These should be used to prevent exposing someone with past trauma, to something that might insight a physical and/or mental reaction and sexual violence that may cause some trauma on some readers. This is all my imaginations at huwag gagayahin
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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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