COVER ON THE SIDE BY YOUCANCALLMEANDY
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Recap:
It was only then when he turned the corner. I haven't bothered to shield my face, in worries that the man in my presence would capture a glance of the person before him. Instead, I crouch carelessly against the farthest corner of my cell and stare blatantly at him.
He reeked of Council.
"Charlotte Taken. The Head of the Council requests to have an interrogation to discuss the conflict that lies before us. I don't expect you to understand the facts but it must be done. The questioning will be held tomorrow. I'll be here at sunrise to bring you," the man had notified. I went rigid and pursed my lips to keep myself from gaping at the sudden news.
Author's Note: This chapter is pretty important, do not skip this. And, keep in mind that the Council is made up of the six originals:
Original werewolf: Jackson [(aka Head of the Council) Remember that werewolves DO NOT live forever, they age and wither just like humans. But since Jackson is an original, he was given the power to live for an eternity.]
Original angel: Cecily
Original witch: Millicent
Original fairy: Theophilia
Original vampire: Derrick
Original reaper: Chauncey
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Chapter 22: Lost Soul
Charlotte's POV
I'd never imagined to find myself sinking into the darkest realms of my cruel reality. I thought I could survive by hiding, living a life that would seem entirely too nonexistent. But that's not really living, is it?
I imagined living was a little like licking that shard, I knew it was absurd, I knew I'd get cut. After all these years one thing hadn't changed: I was still lured by danger and the exhilaration that came with.
Living seemed like an unreachable dream, something far too elusive for my own good. But despite the odds that were striving to drag me into the ruins of earth, I still chased after it. And I'm still chasing after something that could be nothing but a ridiculous notion.
I am lost. I am disoriented. I am broken.
But that was perfectly fine. I was born that way.
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Just as I'd awoken, the frigid air wrapped around me, and when I breathed in, it filled me with ice. It felt familiar, something I'd always experienced when I lived in the orphanage. And because of that, my past ultimately took place in the present, and I'm left to go through it all over again.
By now, I should've gotten used to it; it should've gotten easier. But in retrospect, it became worse. Each and every time the burning sensations of guilt and loss washed over me, I felt numb - number than the last. My brokenness felt unfixable - too shattered and crumbled to ever be touched.
In the days to come, I was going to discover I was never going to get used to all the pain, nor will it become any easier. Though, at this moment, I can't do much but pray that it will, that all the horror would pass over without taking its toll on me -
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