DISCONTINUED"everything i've done was to protect you harlow."
"really? cause sure doesn't seem like it." IN WHICH THREE PARTNERS COME TO WORK TOGETHER ONE LAST TIME.
COVER MADE BY @fightclub
LOWERCASE INTENDED!! i don't capitalize anything in the b...
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CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE asylum
TW| gore, parents death
HARLOW NEVER REGRETTED SOMETHING IN HER LIFE MORE THAN THIS. asylums weren't her thing at all, now she was trapped in one. her hands were tied up, her head was tied to a chair, overall she was trapped. harlow tried to break out, it was useless, she was useless.
"harlow violet." the woman from earlier spoke in the speakers of the room. harlow shut her eyes, wishing she could just block out the voices that came for her in every corner of the room. the brunette blocked out the rest of what the woman was saying, only to hear the door opening. a syringe was showed to harlow, making her scream hoping someone could save her.
then everything was black.
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11 YEAR OLD HARLOW STOOD BACKSTAGE AFTER FINISHING HER DANCE. the brunette child was giggling with excitement as she held her trophy, her friends all looking at her in awe. harlow saw her parents walk backstage, making her run up to them, "i won!" she exclaimed as her mother hugged her her tight. "i won!"
harlow violet, the older version, stood up from the floor. she didnt realize were she was until she saw her younger self standing there. the young harlow was picked up by her father, the two admiring the trophy together as her mother talked to ms. remmington (the dance instructor). harlow went wide eyed, waving her arm in front of her mother.
they couldn't see her.
the older version watched as her family left, heading outside to were everything will go down hill. "mom!" she screamed running towards them, the door shut in harlows face making her bang on it. "come back! come back!" harlow screamed before kicking the door opened. she ran down the street as fast as she could, only to watch her mother and father fall to the ground. "no!" harlow screamed, tears falling out of her eyes.
younger harlow stood there, blood all over her hands as she held the gun. the young girl, dropped the gun with a scream. she pressed her hands on her mothers wounds, hoping to save the woman. "mommy!" the 11 year old yelled, before crying as the rain started to pour. the older harlow stood there, her eyes on the gun her younger self once held.
harlow felts tears come out of her eyes, she killed them? harlow killed her parents? harlow heard police sirens come out of nowhere, this wasnt how the night went. the police didnt come until 10 minutes later after a couple heard harlow crying. the older harlow watched as a old man came out of the car, he came up the 11 year old and knocked her out.
the old man helped her father up, "i'm sorry david." the man stated to harlow's father before pressing a hand to his daughters forehead. "she will believe that two men came out of nowhere, shot her parents and she passed out." the old man nodded at david violet before walking back into his car.
