"Skye!"
My name echoed through the darkness.
Over and over.
Louder.
Closer.
Like a voice fighting to reach a soul that had already given up.
The streets of Compton, California, were ruthless. They swallowed dreams whole and left scars where hope used to be. Every corner carried a story, and most of them ended in bloodshed, heartbreak, or loss.
Mine was no different.
I spent years craving a life I was never given.
A life where I was loved.
A life where I was safe.
Instead, my life rested in the hands of a demon disguised as a man.
Slowly, painfully, he drained every piece of me.
My happiness.
My freedom.
My will to live.
Every day felt like I was drowning while everyone stood around and watched.
Until him.
My savior.
My hero.
The one person who stepped between me and the devil himself.
While darkness crept through the streets and threatened to consume me whole, he reached for my hand and pulled me back from the edge.
Back when I still believed I was worth saving.
Back when I still believed love could exist in a place like this.
But every hero has a story.
And every survivor carries scars.
This is ours.
— MissyYung 🥀🔥
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Yelling to the Skye
Fanfiction"Skye" That was all I could hear My name being yelled by my soul that was trapped Trapped in the burning agony of the streets of Compton,CA I was feigning for the life I never had My life was in the hands of a demon He was slowly killing me But.. ...
