{Mature Content}
RECONSTRUCTION AND EDITING TAKING PLACE. SLOW PROGRESS.
Broken. Shattered. Traumatized.
Three key words to be describe Elena.
She has felt pain, she has felt hate, she has felt rejection. The one thing she hasn't felt is love.
When...
No hate for using a Taylor Swift song please. I am using her music for the music, not to start some petty argument about how she is being to disobedient towards the normal standards in her industry.
She is rocking it, let her.
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American glory
Faded before me
Now I'm feeling hopeless
Ripped up my prom dress
Running through rose thorns
I saw the scoreboard
And ran for my life
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Chapter Seven - Sick
Elena's POV
It was the middle of the night and with the curtains closed I couldn't tell what time it actually was.
It was dark and that's all I knew, because even these block-out curtains let some light in.
I had awoken because of a nightmare, a really scary one at that.
I was running and I couldn't escape the person chasing me. Their hands were wrapped around my throat, my shoulders, my waist and there was nothing I could do to get them off.
I figured the dream was better than the memories so I did not cry over it. It was just a dream and that could not hurt me.
Regardless, I was now awake and not feeling the best. I did not want to wake anyone else with my need to be sick, so I didn't think I should go bother someone.
