warning: crippling guilt, self hatred (it gets better. promise.... for now xoxo).
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OO9. NO MORE RUNNING! ❝i was being selfish because i wanted to be. ❞
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Ignatia wasn't herself—or what she thought was herself. If anything, she would've thought she would have been better at the sights of her person, Violet. Not worse. Her questionable actions were catching up with her at the wrong time. She's always been touchy with how others perceived her. Their assumptions and thoughts of her consumed her mind like hungry rats. Let alone the perception of Vi. Her heart seemed to be in a permanent state of pain, and she had nothing to make her forget it.
Her toned arms were restricted behind her, linked around a pole. The back of her neck sore from the drooping of her head. Her tangerine eyes slowly blinked open, but she still saw black. Pulling at the cuffs around her wrists, keeping her attached to the black pole behind her. Her heart began to pace faster, as her memory came back. She was fighting someone, until she was hit across the head. The strength she harbored was above average—with enough tugs, she could cut that pole in half. "You don't have to break my shit." A deep, electronic voice spoke. Soon after, they snatched the bag off of her head. Iggy shook her head, trying to move the messy carmine strands from over her face. Her light eyes squinted, pupils getting smaller from the abrupt shine of the sun.
When her eyes accommodated, they landed on the person squatted in front of her. Bruises littered across her olive skin—a few on her face, a much bigger one in her neck. Purple circles lined under her eyes, blending into her smudged dark eye shadow. Her short white tank had smudges of dirt and blood on it. Superficial scratches on her exposed abdomen. Ignatia looked like absolute shit. A white animalistic mask covered their face, keeping them anonymous. Iggy sniffed, smelling a familiar aroma. She just couldn't put her finger on it. Her brain was buzzing with too many things to automatically configure the person. "I didn't think we'd meet like this, Iggy." They stood up, placing their hands behind their backs. Her eyebrows scrunched, her top lip arching. They paced, taking each step calmly.
