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Ding Ding Ding Ding… Ding Ding Ding Ding… Immediately you looked to the clock. The luminescent digital clock glowed : 6:00 am. Relief washed over you and heaved a heavy sigh, your heart still drumming in your ears, loudly enough you swear Freddy could probably hear it. As if on cue you heard his throaty laughter in your ear. “…It looks like you survived your first night (__f/n__).” He rasped into your ear, his hands kneading your shoulders as if you massage you- though as tense as you were you couldn’t help but falter under his touch as his nimble fingers made easy work of the knots in your shoulders. R

Life, it was really such a funny thing. Interesting. Intricate. Complicated. Delicate…one could prattle on endlessly the adjectives that suited such a simple word. Life. A mystery you were still unraveling. Still figuring it out, which was to be expected of a young lady of your age. You name is (__f/n__) (__l/n__), 21 years of age, living on your own in a small- but comfortable, studio apartment. Being on your own had never been a difficult thing for you. Growing up you had always been the “fringe” kid. The black sheep. That wasn’t to say you didn’t have friends, however you certainly did have people who didnR

You twisted and turned in, weakly tugging blankets around your body securing the warmth to your body. Your head throbbed and felt woozy, your stomach hurt and you flinched as your fingers drifted down to the soft spot in the middle of your abdomen. Your eyes shot open and you jolted up in bed as fast as you could only to hiss in pain as you doubled over. Peering down, you pushed down the blanket and lifted your sweater. Peering down at the toned skin of your abdomen., a large purple bruise forming, yellowing out at the edges making you grimace. Your head still ached from whatever the fuck hit you and your hand dropped your sweater back down t

It was as it’d always been- you honestly couldn’t remember anything BUT a life like this. It was far from what most people would want or call desirable. But you wouldn’t trade it for the world. It got tough sometimes but you—(__f/n__) (__l/n__), you were never alone. Admittedly what the two of you did was messy and hard work; but you usually got off easy. But you did what you had to in order to survive. At the moment you laid on a stiff cot in a church littered with the city’s homeless, the runaways, and the assorted lost souls with no home. One might say you’d all count as kindred spirits. But all you and