FINALLLYYYYY!!!!!!
My first book, first chapter is out hope you all like it. Already telling you it's gonna be emotional so be prepared for the emotional roller coaster...
ENJOY.....
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The night was mercilessly dark, as if the sky itself had abandoned the world beneath it. The moon hid behind thick, heavy clouds, refusing to shine upon the horrors unfolding below. The cold wind howled through the empty roads, carrying the scent of damp earth and fallen leaves. It was the kind of night that swallowed cries, buried secrets, and silenced the suffering.
A pair of headlights cut through the darkness, the roar of an engine breaking the eerie silence. The car moved fast, reckless, as if the driver was in a hurry to escape something. And then, without slowing down, it happened. A door swung open, and a fragile, broken body was thrown out like discarded trash. The moment stretched, silent yet deafening, before the dull thud of impact echoed through the emptiness. The car didn't stop. It didn't even hesitate. Within seconds, it disappeared, swallowed by the shadows, leaving behind the wreckage of a life it had just destroyed.
She lay there, unmoving. A lifeless figure in the middle of a deserted road. The freezing wind bit into her skin, but she felt nothing. The rough gravel beneath her dug into her wounds, yet there was no reaction. Blood-warm, thick, relentless-seeped from her battered body, soaking into the earth as if trying to bury her pain along with it. Her torn clothes barely clung to her bruised frame, and her fingers twitched slightly, the only sign that she was still alive.
Her eyes, once filled with dreams, now stared blankly at the sky above. But she couldn't see the stars. She couldn't see anything. Darkness had consumed everything, inside and out.
Pain. That was all she knew now. It was everywhere-drowning her, suffocating her, clawing at her from the inside. Every breath felt like a punishment, every heartbeat a cruel reminder that she was still here, still suffering.
She wanted it to stop.
She had fought. She had begged. She had screamed until her voice broke. But no one had come. No one had saved her. And now, there was nothing left to fight for.
She lay there, her body no longer her own, every nerve screaming in agony, every heartbeat a cruel reminder that she was still alive. Her breaths were shallow, ragged, and uneven, each one more painful than the last. She couldn't move, couldn't cry out-her voice had abandoned her, just like the world had.
Tears slipped silently from the corners of her swollen eyes, mixing with the blood and dirt on her face. She had no strength left to wipe them away. She wasn't even sure if she was crying from the unbearable pain or from the emptiness settling in her chest.
She had fought. She had fought so hard. But for what?
The world had shown her its worst, stripped her of everything, crushed her soul beyond repair. There was nothing left for her. No hope. No future. No reason to exist.
With whatever strength she had left, she forced her trembling, bruised hands together, pressing her palms against each other in a silent, desperate plea. Not for help. Not for rescue. But for release.
'Please...' she prayed, her cracked lips barely moving, her voice nothing but a whisper inside her head. Please, just let me die. Let this pain end. Let the darkness take me.
She waited.
Her vision blurred, the cold night wrapped around her like a comforting embrace, and for the first time in hours, she felt... at peace. This was it. The end. The moment her soul would finally escape this shattered body.
She exhaled, long and slow, welcoming the numbness creeping in. The edges of her world began to fade. The agony lessened, the pain dulled, the weight on her chest lightened.
And then-
Headlights.
A car screeched to a halt. The sound of tires skidding against the rough road shattered the silence.
Her heart, which she thought had given up, lurched violently.
No. No. No.
Not now. Not when she was finally slipping away.
Footsteps.
The sound of a door opening, then closing. A presence. Someone was coming.
Terror gripped her, twisting inside her gut. She wanted to scream, to thrash, to beg not to be saved. But all she could do was lay there, helpless, her fingers twitching weakly in protest.
And as a shadow fell over her broken body, blocking out the moonlight, She realized... her escape had been stolen from her.
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So.... How was it...? Good or bad???
What do you think who is the girl?
What do you think who came to her to stole her escape???
What are you feeling? Are you okay?
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