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Brielle lived alone in a small apartment, surrounded by the comfort of her massive amount of things.
She hadn't been outside much since she moved out of her parents home, they hadn't talked to her...
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Chapter Published: 08/23/20 Edited: Nov/07/21
~Brielle~
I couldn't move.
How long had it been in my apartment?
My throat was dry, I don't remember much after I walked into my apartment. I know it's been a while, I can't get out of bed. My body hurts so bad, every trip to the bathroom was so painful and I sobbed. Had I even showered? I don't even have the energy. I don't want to live anymore.
I wonder if Alice would hate me for the thoughts running through my head.
The only movement I had managed was to recheck thatI locked the door, it was locked each time. I kept relocking it, maybe I should go do that? I can't be sure, It's been so long. I'm super forgetful.
My body screamed as I stood, sliding against my apartment that had slowly aged in mess. I didn't care, I couldn't. I slid my hand against the lock of my door, it was locked but the compelling feeling inside me swirled as I unlocked it.
I released a shaky breath, my legs shook as I stood. I was well aware that my body was bruised, battered and injured. My lower region ached, burned and hurt by his assault and my neck was bold and tender to bruises from his hand. The memory burned into my mind, I should have fought harder but I hadn't.
