"𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓"
Some people wish they could ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ parts of their life. Johanna wishes she could ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ.
ᴀᴛ ᴀɢᴇ 6 , she woke up under a bridge in Trost with no memory, not a single recollection of who...
❝The tricky thing is yesterday we were just children Playing soldiers, just pretending Dreaming dreams with happy endings In backyards winning battles with our wooden swords But now we've stepped into a cruel world.❞
-T. Swift
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اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
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Anytime now...
The scenery is depressing. Rats scuttle down the grimy cobblestone streets. The cement apartments barely hold themselves together. People dump feces and all sorts of waste out the windows. This doesn't help the already accumulating stench.
Anytime now I will wake up.
It is dark... so dark. Then I hear yelling and pounding. Running footsteps.
Wake up, damn it.
A voice. Male. Young, but gravelly and deep. "You're going to be okay. I promise. Dadda promises." He speaks with utmost care despite the hectic situation.
A door is kicked open. More yells. "There he is! Kill him!"
And finally, my eyes fly open and I remain there, wide awake like always. Like every damn time that this happens. I am left with nothing but confusion as I sit up, looking at my surroundings.
The wagon. We are still on our ride to Trost's inner city. But we are stationary now, I notice. Does that mean we have arrived?
"You snore like a bear."
I roll my eyes at the sour, long-faced boy next to me. "Don't start, Jean. I never asked you to watch me sleep." I mutter the following, "creep."
"I heard that!" Jean says.
"You were supposed to."
"Oí! Quiet down back there!" The wagon chauffeur says impatiently. "Now whatta ya waitin' for? We're here, gimme my pay!"
