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Motionless I lie, a dead expression held upon my face. All feeling has turned numb from the jagged tear that has been inflicted.
My brother had organised a party to celebrate my safe return. More like my capture if you ask me.
I didn't realise how long I made this one!. :O •Chapter 27 - It's You• •Kai• Ammi's mind. It remembers the events. It remembers the times.
No voicemail. For 3 weeks. I should be happy. But instead I'm meek. He's back. But not as bad. Just messages on Facebook. Not as sad. But he's calling again. No voicemails yet. We share a memory.
I can live a better life. Without you. On my mind. Don't need you. To decide. Without you. I'll be fine. I should've known. Something this perfect. Would've been so. Damn destructive. I can live.
I felt compelled to move back to the area I grew up, like a salmon or some other home seeking animal. My alopecia kicked back in and I needed familiar turf. But why.
There's much to say for those abused, How they make way through life after being used. The strongest survivors some would say, I know my life changed that first fateful day.
I feel the piercing coils of metal whizz past my face. The adrenaline pumping through my body paralyses the world around me. I see the bullets spin through the air.
It's been two months since the incident, Since people have stopped tearing down her confident. Tears flooded for two continuous weeks, Leaving permanent streaks on her cheeks.