INHALE (The Weeknd fan fiction)

INHALE (The Weeknd fan fiction)

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"This dark and muggy room was cold and wet as I laid clinging onto life, the walls dripped with filthy rain from the leaky roof. My body quaked and shivered in the ripped and blood stained garments drapped off of my grimy body. My eyes could barely see anything in the dark but also because my vision was blurred. I was going to get out of here and get him back. The chains that shackled me to the wet cement floor dragged around as I tried to get comfortable." Syn 'Skill' Von Delhi is beyond the imagination and the secrets she keeps could destroy her. But the one rule that should've never been broken will test her. Abel 'The Weeknd' Tesfaye is just a fatality to add to her roster. All that they lived by has washed down the sewage of Toronto with the rest of the grimy shit. She's a villian by nature and he's a villian by circumstances and the life she once lived had nothing but evil and death driving her. Now she must fight the demons who stand between Love &Hate.
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As soon as I get into the bathroom and see myself reflected into the mirror, flashbacks come to my mind. Last night I got myself into a fight. I see a bruise has started to form around my left eye. I've also got a wound on my head, the blood is already dry, that must be why the pillow is stained. Fuck. I must call Abel, he will surely remember at least more than me. I go to my bedroom again and look for my mobile phone, the battery almost run out. But it has enough to make a call. Of course, he doesn't answer. He must be sleeping off. I take a pair of boxers and an old hoodie and sweat pants and get into the bathroom. The T-Shirt I'm wearing just stinks. As soon as I take it off, the silver chain I always wear makes a little noise. I think of her.

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