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She was eighteen when her life had ended.
Before that day she believed in magic, she saw a light in those around her, she saw beauty in the mundane. She had hope for her future, for her life. She had goals for her life and aspirations of who she wanted to be. The goal was to leave her small town, trade in the simplicity for adventure, the mysterious unknown called to her.
But that changed on her eighteenth birthday.
The man with an angel’s name crept into her room while she was sleeping, he was silent, his movements seemed premeditated. The darkness hid his intent, though his eyes gave him away. They were focused and unnerving, just as a lion when stalking their prey.
He came at her through the darkness, the absence of light showed through his heart, it poured out of him. He moved through the room with swiftness, though he stumbled as he walked. She wanted to believe his heart was corrupted by greed and desire, but it may have been the booze and lack of control had taken over him that night. He still had a choice to make, and he wasn’t backing down. She made a mistake that night, drank too much, indulged in that around her; he saw her weakness and planned on taking advantage of it.
Her eyes flickered, she saw lights gleaming through the doorway through the shadows, the muted hue of silver just peaked through the crack in the door. She could hear mumbled voices from the other room, strangers in the distance. She was stuck in a fog she could not escape, her head spinning from the lack of clarity and too many drinks. She realized what was happening. She had to fight back, she had to stop him.
As quickly as she had thrown up her hands to fight in despair, he grabbed them with force, this was something she could not stop. He was stronger than her, his will to take was stronger than hers to make him stop. He wasn’t going to quit until he had what he came for, no matter the price she had to pay.
“No, please.” She begged him, “stop.” Her words went to deaf ears, she pleaded to him once more. He was there for one thing, and he would not leave until he had it.
Her eyes flickered one last time as she drifted away into the darkness, the silence was her surrender. His face was the last image she saw before the bleak shadows took her back to them as she succumbed. The shadows knew she could not bear this torment, they helped her escape the pain by ceasing to exist in the reality around her.
She woke the next morning, hollowed out inside, no longer believing in the magic that she used to, the light she envisioned in people now gone.
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