I wake up from my nap and I walk towards the bathroom.
The floor was colder than it was before. Weird. The air conditioner is off.
I walk in the bathroom and wash my face. I fix this mess of mine that I call hair, put it in a bun and walk out.
I open my closet and I reach in to grab a dress.
I thought I might get all dolled up for once. It's been a while since I dressed up and looked nice.
"AHH-" My baffled scream fills the air as a hand grabs mine and pulls me inside the closet. Except, I'm not in a closet anymore.
I'm somewhere else. Somewhere the human mind can not describe.
It's so white I feel like my eyes were burning. Like I'm going to go blind.
My god. What is going on.
"Skylar." A whisper fills my ears.
"Who is this!" I instantly cry out.
Oh god. Where the fuck am I? Freackin Narnia or something?
It's so cold in here I get goosebumps on my entire body. But the cold feels nice. Like a refreshing cold. What the actual fuck is going on.
"Welcome baby." A woman's voice soothingly says.
"Who are you?" I try to ask as calmly as possible.
"Oh you know me honey. You know me more than you know yourself. Just remember baby."
"Remember what!" I cry out. "What is going on!"
"Go through the doors of your inner mind child."
"What are you talking about. Please just explain, I'm so lost."
"Oh poor baby. She who delivers evil shall deliver your key to knowledge." She says as I feel a hand in mind.
I look down at my hand and I notice a small locket in my palm.
"Remember sweet child. Remember." She whispers again and again.
"But I don't understand! What am I supposed to do with this!"
As I yell the words I feel my head getting heavier. And I wake up.
I'm back in bed. Like I never got up in the first place. How is this possible? Was it only a dream? Oh thank god!
I lift the bed sheets off of me so I can get out of bed. As I do so I notice something fell off the sheets.
I look at the ground. And there it is. The locket.
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His possession | Shawn Mendes
FanfictionI wanted to leave him. Hate him. But it's like he was controlling me. Like I couldn't get away from him. As if I was his possession. But turns out, I'm a lot more than that.
