A year has passed. A year of heartbreak and healing for Livia. A year from Colby.
What happens when Corey shows up out of the blue and asks her something that'll pull her back into their lives? Will she accept, or put that life behind her and focus...
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~19~ *TW: Gore and violence*
I'm not exactly sure when I woke up. I was knocked out for awhile, long enough to not even understand time. Minutes felt like hours and hours felt like nothing at all. Nothing, just like what I could see. Which was nothing. The sack over my head restricted all light from coming through, so when my eyes were open it didn't even feel like I was awake.
Instead, I was dreaming. Off in my own head to distract from the pain that throbbed throughout my body. I would imagine alternate universes where the world wasn't so wrong and then I would sleep, and then suddenly I was dreaming of things that didn't make sense, and then I was asleep again... or.. was I always asleep?
I confused my own brain and felt incredibly anxious at the loss of control I had over myself.
Eventually, when I was fully aware that I was awake and awake to stay, I focused on my senses and the things I could feel and see.
My stomach was wobbly, and therefore I knew I was on a plane. For how long I have been on this plane is unknown to me, but my bottom was numb and my legs were sore so I think I have been on this flight for awhile now. Unless the pain was from bruises, then in that case the flight had just begun.
Okay, I was on a flight and where I would be going was a mystery to me. I couldn't feel around to see who was around me because my hands and legs were tied, so I used a much more discreet way to figure out if anyone was sitting beside me.
I pretended to let my head fall to the side, as if gravity took control of me through my slumber. And as it fell it came into contact with a firm shoulder that wasn't kind enough to gently lift my head back up. I rough shove sat me upright.
So there was someone next to me.. noted.
There would be no escaping right now, because even if I did find a way to escape and knock them all out, I would still be miles up in the air with no escape. So I stayed put.
I focused on the hum of the propellers and counted whenever that random machine somewhere in the cabin beeped. It would beep every 10 seconds.
the cycle repeated until I eventually fell back to sleep. But this time, I didn't dream. At least I don't think I did. When I was woken up by harsh hands and a firm grip, I didn't have time to recollect my thoughts and remember if I had dreamt of anything. But maybe I did.. because I don't think I would have woken up with wet cheeks if I hadn't dreamt of something.
From the plane, I was led down stairs and landed on hard concrete. My thick jacket had been removed from my body and so the second my body hit the open air I was shivering and sniffling.
After a few dozen steps, I was shoved into a car and was sat in between two people. Their arms pressed against a couple of my bruises but I withheld any signs of pain. Just bit my tongue and cheek until I was sure I had drawn blood.
