I'd dreamt of dying when I was little. I was not suicidal, but I was a naive child, too corrupted by my own burning desire to be a hero. I would act it out in my garden, pink tutu stained beyond recognition from the wet green grass. Always would someone be in grave danger, and always would I swoop in and save the day, sacrificing my own humanity for another's.
But as I stood in the studio, the adrenaline rush so powerful I didn't dare to feel the fear slowly but surely creeping up my spine, I didn't feel heroic. Not with my friend's agonizing screech that bounced off the mirrored walls, creating a deafening and seemingly never-ending echo. I realized while I'd been dreaming of saving someone, all I did now was stand and watch.
The same stupidity that made death seem like a game of go-fish when I was a child washed over me as my teeth gritted together in determination. While I was no longer a brainless fool, I was far from clever.
Just as the hunter was about to sink his teeth into the delicate skin just below my friend's ear, I pounced, putting all my weight into the attack.
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Set in Stone || Alice Cullen
Fanfiction❝I think I may be downright and undeniably in love with you.❞ ❝That's not surprising. I'm one of a kind.❞ ──────────── After issuing an ultimatum for her mother to follow to hopefully stray from her consistent moving addiction, Cassandra Lopez feels...
