𝗜𝗜𝗜 - 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗲

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A/N: heyy guys

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A/N: heyy guys... so sorry for not updating... I've been through a lot this year, I lost my passion for writing, however it's back now and I'm doing okay. I'm going to try and update as much as I can, this story has always been my main focus.

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-ˋˏ " Sweetie, you're going to help me no matter what. " ˎˊ-

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- norman's base -

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏
y/n

I stand in the kitchen of one of the newer groups, helping them adjust to their new lifestyle in the base with Vincent.

"We have a market where you can get a certain amount of food every week based on the amount of people in your household. We have jobs here which earns you money. Clothes here do cost money, along with extra food. However, we have a very large library that's completely free." I explain to the group looking to their curious eyes.

The oldest of the group, Marie, smiles politely. "Thank you for helping us get settled in, we all greatly appreciate it."

"It's no problem," I smile back.  I turn to face Vincent.

"Y/n, don't forget that Norman wants us to meet at—" He stares at me with a worried expression.

I raise an eyebrow- or, I thought I did. I can't really move my face. It feels almost as if I'm out of my own body. I feel all fuzzy.

"You don't look so good.... maybe we should go see the doctor." He placed a hand on my shoulder out of care.

Then the pain hits. It feels as if a thousand needles are stabbing me all over. I collapse to the floor in a curled up position. I open my mouth to scream, but I can't. I don't have the energy, I can't move. The pain is too much.

Vincent stares at me panicked, not sure what to do. This has never happened before. The children are all pushed away in fear. Then everything goes black.

Is this how I die?

𝑵𝒐𝒘
y/n

I glance around the concrete covered room. I feel like I'm in a prison. Well, I guess I am in a prison.    I'm tied to a chair with some weird rope-like vine. I can't get it lose. At least my mouth isn't covered, I guess. I'm hungry. I was to worried about getting everyone else ready and making sure that they were going to be okay this morning to eat.

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲; 𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟐Onde histórias criam vida. Descubra agora