In plain sight

In plain sight

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People always say your twenties are for self-discovery. Apparently, mine just involved discovering I'd been stolen. Not metaphorically. Not in the "I lost myself after Chad cheated on me with a yoga instructor named Misty" kind of way. I mean literally. Baby-napped. Illegally acquired. Ripped from one family and gift-wrapped into another, without so much as a receipt. Of course, I didn't know that then. Back then, I was still the same girl who thought her biggest problem was forgetting her reusable grocery bags. Who believed her mother's anxiety and her father's long silences were just quirks, not the weight of a lie pressing on their chests for twenty-four years. And yes, there's a guy. There's always a guy. But everything I thought I knew about love, family, and who I am got shattered into a thousand tiny pieces-each one sharp enough to draw blood. - Note: Theo James likeness is used only for name and appearance but this is not a fanfiction more like an AU TRIGGER WARNINGS: explicit sexual content, trauma, depression, self-harm. (Might be more to come as this is a work in progress but will update as I go)
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The First

I was the first. I arrived in the Glade, and there was nothing and... no one. I remembered nothing about who I was, who my parents were, what happened. A few days I remembered my name, and that's it. That's all that ever came back. There were four walls surrounding me with only one exit. I wanted to go through, so I did, in hopes of finding my way out. What I found lurking on the other side was not an exit but something much worse. I found my way back, and I spent the next month fending for myself. Food, water, a temporary shelter. After a month, someone else arrived, and this person arrived with supplies. Every month a new person was sent up. Every arrival was the same as mine. They couldn't remember anything. I was the first one here, and that means that I call the shots, I make the rules, and I run the place.

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