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asvterias · 4 days ago

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𝖣𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖩𝗂𝗌𝗎 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌

yoon jisu ✘ black!fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: possible!ooc!jisu, explicit content, cunnilingus, dacryphilia, mentions about consensual bondage, slight degradation, dirty talk, orgasm denial, teasing, hair pulling, mentions of sex toys

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𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @newcaptainofsquad9

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: let me know what you think of this please! first time writing for jisu and i love it already so tell me her character seems a little off.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 (𝟐): also, i just started watching sweet home and i’m obsessed with jisu. comment future tag if you wanna be tagged in my future jisu fanfics!

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*Pre-Sweet Home Content Below*

༉‧₊˚. — 𝐒𝐅𝐖 —

Next-Door Neighbors Trope!

Pouty Guitar Girlfriend!! Pouty Guitar Girlfriend!! Everything about her musical style has you obsessed.

Her smile is so perfectly precious, with twinkling eyes in enthusiasm and fidgeting body movements.

Based on your first interaction with her as a neighbor, she shyly introduces herself. With the guitar case strapped to her back, she hesitantly bows before you, using a formal greeting. You thought her reaction was cute; her stumbling words, her shaky posture, and her overall personality made your heart swoon.

Days later after you settled in your new apartment, she hesitantly invites you over but realizes her apartment is so messy. Like she wouldn’t want you to think she’s a messy disorganized woman as your first impression. Jisu wanted you to like her, and not judge for the small yet huge details of her lifestyle.

Upon hearing the door knocks, she froze and internally panicked, muttering curses as she rushed all over her apartment, trying to establish an orderly apartment. By the time she opens the door, the poor girl is exhausted, her chest heaving and face sweaty but all in a cheery tone, profusely apologizing for delaying and welcoming you inside her apartment.

Can be a good hostess but her awkwardness is strong enough to be radiated.

Meanwhile, your only reaction is a soft smile, patting her right upper arm and sauntering inside, completely oblivious. While she’s trying to catch her breath, you wander inside her apartment, observing everything.

With the advantage of being next-door neighbors, she usually spends her free time by your apartment, claiming a certain peace of mind.

Motivating her to clean her apartment isn’t always effective but efficient, seeing the slow progress being made.

She loves dying her hair, with your assistance. Almost every few months, she desires a new hairstyle or hair color, so you’re her personal hairstylist. Neither of you mind, very proud of another creative bonding time.

So you absolutely love it, she feels extremely vulnerable regarding her hair. All hair tells stories, and only she wants great memories for future reference, especially with you.

Also admires your hair texture, or whenever you return home with newly braided hair. Each different braid style, she wants to take a bunch of pictures of you.

For the life of her, she can’t cook whatsoever, almost burned water somehow. Don’t ask how but she did the impossible. Only simple already processed food like cereal, she can do without any hassle.

The type of girlfriend to procrastinate and work head-on, and almost always gets it. Well most of the time, it’s based on pure luck!

Is a constant flustered mess whenever you compliment her. Maybe, based on her daily appearance, her musical ability, or just in general. Why not just compliment, solely to compliment? No hidden agenda or anything, just genuine love coming from the heart and leaving the mouth.

Very indecisive about what kisses she adores. Everyone she wholeheartedly adores when receiving them. Forehead kiss. Cheek Kiss. French Kiss. Shoulder Kiss. Neck Kiss. Lip Kiss. Her favorite kisses ever!

Innocent or Intimate Kiss. She loves doing kissing explorations with you.

Hates when either of you leave for work or apart, but annoyingly knows money is a necessity.

Creates handmade thoughtful gifts and is dedicated to winning stuffed animals on carnival dates.

Her Love Languages: Physical Touch, Quality Time, & Acts of Service.

If either of you are stressed or annoyed, the best cure for a brightening mood is to dance it away. The music blasted the apartment, the two women dancing away their worries until the next day. You learned it from her and never allowed her to forget. Now it’s a bonded experience between the couple.

Sometimes she doesn’t understand social cues, publicly often, doing it informally and you’re there to reassure and help her.

Give her about a couple of seconds before her observations come into clutch and she’ll finally understand when your remarks fully comprehend into her head. Then the playful banter quickly follows after, it’s all in humor and none taken offense.

Instantly turns into a mother hen whenever you get sick, making a big fuss if you’re still adamant about going to work. However, if the table turns, she completely dismisses it, continuing with her day.

Yet, when she notices your pampering attention to her sickness, she overdramatically plays the role. She loves the extra attention, curing soups, and medicinal remedies. This is her most clingy time, using her sickness to her benefit, even suggesting to pass on the sickness.

Loves being pampered by you but hates going to the clinic. Being the caring girlfriend, forcing her to get a monthly check-up at the clinics. She feels embarrassed that her girlfriend is forcing her to this clinic, understanding the importance. It’s a mandatory procedure but she ignores it unless real issues arise and may affect her health big time.

Speaking of her health, an issue arose regarding her constant smoking making you paranoid about lungs functionality. Tries to quit smoking for you, starting with small limitations that cause eventual setbacks.

Certainly, she secretly smokes outdoors when you’re working and hurriedly discards the evidence before your return back home.

Both of you know of her secret smoking habits but don’t bring up the topic, knowing changes happen over time. The effort is there, and your unwavering support and commitment to her make it easier.

Her eccentric behavior consistently ensures that she’s your soulmate and nobody else can change that. Much less, compete for your love of Jisu, you’re one of her top priorities. According to your girlfriend, nobody goes more above and beyond like you, just for her happiness.

Always open to new things, trying to convince you two to get matching tattoos, or at least matching body piercings further establishing your relationship.

Brought you a karaoke machine for a birthday gift, and she was so nervous about your inner dislike of the gift. Normally, it wasn’t an ideal birthday gift but you loved it so much!

Swear she’s using the karaoke machine more than you. Definitely has woken you up by singing loudly in the middle of the night, and dancing around the living room with the microphone in hand. Although her abrupt singing ruined your sleep schedule, you still manage to find sleep, her voice becoming a lullaby.

Then has the audacity to act clueless whenever questions arise and saunters off, only proving your assumptions correct.

Hates fighting and arguments overall. Because if an argument happens, then separate sleeping beds and avoidance are formed. She aches, seeking your presence in the space in her bed, sleeping uncomfortably.

Apologizes first and foremost immediately after the distant days, giving up her indifferent facade once your presence is near. Neither of you can stay angry for too long, but some grudges tend to occur, hopefully fade away as time moves along.

Loves pinky promises; the first established bond between the two of you. She vows to take pinky promises seriously and will definitely be annoyed if you break one.

Dates aren’t planned with her, she isn’t the most organized person. So you take great pride in organizing your dates, gaining her utmost gratitude.

Sometimes, she plays this ‘unplanned date’ card to her advantage, ultimately surprising you with an unexpected date. Your girlfriend loves the bewildered yet adored reaction flickering across your beautiful brown features.

Of course, she has songs written about you. Short, sweet, and sentimental. Long, loving, and lively. The songs are beautifully composed and played by her. Serenades you at any given moment.

“I wrote you a new song,”

“For the third time this week, babe?”

“Yes,” She stiffly nodded, grabbing her guitar and adjusting it on her lap. “Just listen to a piece before you go,” She strummed the guitar strings, humming along to the sweet melody, while maintaining eye contact with you.

Makes you watch her practice, wanting commentary on her songs, completely honest, and no biased opinions. Honest answers give headway for better improvement in all aspects of guitariting.

Her PDA affection scale is a medium 7.5/10. She can keep her hands to herself on errands but always needs to be close to you. On dates, that’s a whole different level, she’s like a koala bear refusing to let go.

Always holding your hand in public, swinging your interlocked hands with a huge grin on her face. Why wouldn’t she want the world to know she’s the luckiest woman to date you?

Often allows you to decorate her guitar and guitar case alike with stickers, commenting on the better quality of her musical work.

Always gives you a VIP ticket for her shows. Even if it is personalized in gold, specifically for you, nobody has the same rarity as her beloved girlfriend would.

Enjoys when you observe her performances at venues, expressing your support through loud yells and forwarded kisses.

“Jisu, your performance was so amazing!” You cheered, basically jumping into her embrace, and peppering her face with kisses.

“Really? You think so?” She timidly asks, suddenly shy of your presence, scratching the back of her head.

“Of course,” You nodded eagerly, unable to wipe away the contagious smile, “Why wouldn’t I?”

Making Out Sessions = Relieved!Jisu

Her jealousy is simply 4.5/10; she genuinely knows you won’t intentionally hurt her.

She’s easily fascinated by even the simplest objects or actions. If you’re cooking dinner, she’s amazed. Getting your shared mail; amazed. Going grocery shopping; enthralled by your presence. Everything you do fascinates her and rightfully so!

Waking up early in the mornings?! Not her, not Yoon Jisu. She’s not an early bird, never was and never will be. But gosh, she’s an extreme night owl, always claiming her best ideas were made at that time.

Not passive-aggressive at all. Just aggressive if someone disrespects you. Her mouth can be lethal when necessary and won’t hold back on anything. If someone came to your apartment, insistently bothering you, she’d threaten them with a bat. Maybe swinging around the weapon for good measure and promises to buy you a bat for your self-defense.

Enjoying the early morning day, waking up in bed, expecting your body warmth to comfort her, much to her dismay, your presence wasn’t there. At first, Jisu huffs in annoyance, finally opening her eyes and rolling over to your side of the bed. Then her head perks up at the aroma of breakfast wafting inside the bedroom and she’d sluggishly walk across her apartment, yawning and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

She murmurs into your neck, her fingers tracing invisible circles on your exposed stomach, “Mhm morning, babe. What are you cooking for us?”

You hummed, swaying in her movements, continuing the cooking. Jisu shoves her head into your shoulder, peppering light kisses as you melt in her soft embrace. “Your favorite,”

When spending time together, usually the couple teaches the other their own hobbies, consumed with pure love.

Out of the two of you, she’s the most clingiest and you always adore the added affection.

Jisu is a risk taker, living by her mantra; ‘You only live once! No second chances.’

Is she the klutz or are you? One of you is and the other is always making sure they don’t hurt themselves.

Dreams of making it huge, and finally giving you every luxurious gift your eyes ever set on. She wants to endlessly spoil you and works hard to achieve that goal. If you’re here for her struggle, you should be there for her ultimate success.

Her relationship goals are to marry you, move into a bigger house, and maybe adopt a few pets. The discussion for future children hasn’t been brought up as yet, and respectfully so.

Certainly, she’s the best girlfriend that anyone could ask for! Yeah, she wouldn’t need anyone else but you. You are hers and she’s yours. Plain and simple, and nothing short of the truth.

༉‧₊˚. — 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 —

Convinced she’s a switch, depending on her mood, but mainly a top.

Soft and sweet sex is Jisu’s forte. There are times when her jealousy consumes her, or when she’s dealt enough of your teasing, leading to unrelentless sex.

Is she a teaser? Of course, she is, have you met her?! She’s the awkward tease, cockily aware of her effect, and continues to do so. Don’t be fooled by her adorable optimistic smile, because behind that is a smug attitude, pouncing at the first chance to fluster you.

First time seeing you in lingerie, your girlfriend was rendered speechless, like doe-eyed open and mouth gaped in astonishment. A familiar crimson red dusted across her cheeks as she hesitantly reached out to touch the lacy material. Is way too careful when taking the lingerie off of you, instantly ravishing your exposed figure.

Sweetest moment ever when taking each other’s virginity after 1 year of dating. In all honesty, both of you strayed away from that topic for a while, enjoying the innocent encounters. In fact, despite her cute mannerisms, she initiated the sex conversation, wanting your insight as well. The growth, trust, love, respect, and adoration truly proved how perfect the couple are together. It was awkward, but that didn’t discourage anything, you two were still learning and experiencing at the same time.

Has minimal sex drive, believe it or not. Sex isn’t everything, and while the bonding is amazing, Jisu isn’t obsessed with it. To her, sex isn’t lust-crazed but rather a deeper personal connection between two people. Engages in sex with you two days a week or three if she’s super stressed and craves her stress reliever.

During your first time using sex toys, it was awkward for both of you.

She’s extremely respectful when marking hickeys on your body. Although her kind gestures aren’t always enough, there are times when she could care less about them.

That’s why makeup was invented; for you to conceal her hickeys from public view. An irritated expression spreads across her face, watching you conceal the hickeys on your neck in the mirror.

“Stupid work interfering with my beautiful masterpieces,” She mutters, leaving the bathroom, obtaining a foul mood for the entire day. Only then, she can be satisfied by covering your upper body with hickeys.

Orgasm Denial is a very huge factor!

Any kinks; I reckon she’s not really into those serious borderline kinks (like anal or knife play). Open to light bondage, blindfolding, and degradation are several of her kinks.

Loathes public sex, that’s it and all. Although she loves public teasing for some reason, she doesn’t succumb to her desires. Just wait till she gets you home and she’ll completely ravage you. She prefers sex to be within the comfort of your walls, and privacy of your bedroom.

I feel like she’s a bragger. For instance, let’s say another person tries to flirt with you. At first, she notices with a smug grin, strolling beside you and wrapping an arm around your waist.

Is a touchy woman, unable to keep her hands to herself. How could she? She has an absolute goddess girlfriend and will properly take the time to fully worship your body. As it should be, and the main intention is always fulfilled.

Since she’s a guitar player, obtaining calloused fingers, you’re adapting to the initial rough touch but the most tender techniques.

In the bed, she’s really serious about sex and hardly humors you. Also into dirty talk every now and then.

Your guilty pleasure is witnessing her reduced to tears, still striving after her edged orgasms, maybe the 4th one.

Her favorite body part about her girlfriend is your breasts. No matter the size, whether small or big, she loves to gently grope them, squeezing and sucking on your nipples. Especially when eye contact is never broken, the lustful atmosphere lingering, watching your dilated eyes and the tiny gasp leaving your lips every single time. When you throw your head back, your eyes roll behind your head, too engrossed by the moment. In response, a smirk formed on her face

Her favorite sex position is scissoring, she loves watching you take control, always being above her.

As much as she loves receiving, her giving policy is even better. Loves facefucking you, her head trapped between your thighs, hands gripping your inner thighs. Your girlfriend wastes no time, shoving your awaiting cunt into her mouth, and immediately consumed by her desires.

“Oh, Jisu…” You moaned, bucking your hips to match her livid tongue-quickened pace. Using the bed head for composure, your body falters against it, desperately grinding on her face.

She innocently groans in response, knowing the tingling sensation shooting through you is all of her doing. Your rigid aching body is all the motivation needed to completely ruin you.

Meanwhile, her favorite toy is the vibrator for overstimulation. She uses the strap-on for lazy morning sex and shower sex, caught up in the passionate haze. During these intimate sessions, her suggestion is you ride her while she’s completely ravishing your breasts with hickeys.

After an excellent show, you’d reward her with mind-blowing sex every time. Like, Jisu’s adorably speechless, knowing what’s about to happen and internally excited, eagerly enthusiastic about it. You between her aching thighs, your tongue lapping away hungrily at her core, the sloppiness of her wetness coating your face.

She clutched onto your head for control while her breathy moans filled the apartment. Your hands harshly dig into her inner thighs, keeping them apart despite Jisu’s whining reluctance. Her fizzled-out hair, sweat sticking to her forehead as she slowly grinds against your face, chasing after her all-time release.

“No…I can’t…” She bashfully whines, hands tangled in your freshly braided hair. Her body reacted easily, still grinding your face, eyes tightly closed shut and little whimpers escaping her mouth, all contradicting her earlier statements. “I just…wanna…”

“Fuck, Y/N….just like that.” She pants, desperately chasing after an insatiable orgasm, entangling your name into her moans momentarily freezing. Drunk off her orgasm, her body falls limp underneath your touch, leaving her mouth slightly agape, now doused in a sweaty stench of sex.

Aftercare is a MUST!! Hygiene is very important despite having exhausted bodies, relaxing down from the many intense orgasms. Once fully recovered, you two took a shower, dressed in comfortable matching pajamas, and watched movies till falling asleep.

Maybe on rare occasions, there’s an innocent bubble bath prepared. If your (or her) legs are too sore, specifically after numerous edging attempts based on orgasms, sitting and soothing in the bathtub is a great way to end the night.

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wonderland-smile-stories · 1 year ago

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~ Chapter 1. 01 ~

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.

With a loud sigh, I open the door slowly hoping nobody would notice me. There were some voices in the living room and upstairs, but they seemed too busy to hear me entering.

Slipping off my shoes I held my stomach trying to ease the pain when I bent forwards. The beating from the previous night was still hurting as bad as when I received them. It also didn't help that I was pushed into the lockers about ten times today.

With slow steps, I began to make my way to the stairs. If I am lucky I can avoid everyone today and get a good night's sleep. My foot had just stepped on the first step of the stairs when I someone clear they were through. I close my eyes taking a deep breath.

"Mi-na. Where do you think you're going?" The sharp raspy voice spoke from behind me.

I turn around gripping tightly on the strap of my backpack that was hanging on my right shoulder.

"I was going to bed," I answered hoping she would be tired and just let it go.

While Taking a drag of her cigarette, her eyes scan me up and down before she blows out the smoke to speak. "Where have you been? It's eight a clock at night."

I opened my mouth to say something, but before I had a chance to speak she was already talking.

"Are you doing something behind my back again? I hope I won't get child services again at my door. I don't need to remind you what happened when they were gone." I swallow thickly grabbing my left arm while rubbing on the scars that were left to remind me.

"N....n..no. I....I was just."

"Just what huh? Speak up or you are spending your night in the shed."

The shed is a cold dark and nasty place. It's where you get sent if you so-called misbehave. You never know when you're allowed to get out or if even a day when by. It's just you in the darkness.

"I had to go to the pharmacy," I mumble looking down at my feet.

A scoff could be heard throughout the room before her shrill voice spoke again.

"Pharmacy? For what huh? Last time I checked you weren't sick."

I look up trying to steady my breath.

"M..my wou-"

"Stop mumbling! You know I hate when someone mumbles!" She yelled stepping closer to me.

"My wounds. They were getting infected. If I didn't threaten them it would get worse and had to go to the hospital. I thought it would be better to threaten them now before people would see it." I explain hoping she would just let me off by yelling at me.

For a few seconds, she looked at me before a stinging hit my cheek making my head turn to the side.

"Don't explain yourself as if you did something good! You wouldn't have those wounds in the first place if you hadn't disobeyed me!"

With heavy breaths, I look at her while holding my burning cheek.

"What money did you use to buy that shit." She asked calmly, too calmly.

"The money I got from my job," I mutter out.

Before I could brace myself she grabbed my hair pulling me closer to her.

"You stole from me?! You know that that money belongs to me!" Her face was so closed that I was getting dizzy from the smell of cigarettes coming from her mouth.

"I'm s..so....ry!" I cry out holding my hair where she was pulling on.

"Sorry? Sorry?! What the fuck does your 'sorry' do me?! Huh?" With every word her grip tightened on my hair, making tears appear in my eyes.

"I give you a place to live and this is how you repay me! Stealing and lying!"

With big force, she pulled me to the ground landing hard on my already bruised knees.

"It's like you're asking to get punished!"

Without any warning, she slammed her foot on my left hand. A loud cry escaped my mouth, but I quickly shut it hoping nobody else would hear it. I don't want the others to come down and help her.

"I....I'm sorry I'll pay it ba.." My voice was interrupted when she twisted her shoe on my hand while putting more pressure on it.

"Without a doubt! I don't care how you do it, I just want my fucking money!" With one last twist, she steps off my hand.

I cradle it against my chest feeling how it was throbbing from the pain. I swear I could feel something broken in it when I ran my finger over it.

"Get out of my eyes before I put you in the shed!" I nodded my head quickly standing up.

I watch as she walks back to the living room making sure she is completely gone before going upstairs. With the back of my other hand, I wipe the tears that had escaped my eyes.

Every day is the same.

Even if I do everything she wants she still finds a way to punish me.

With a deep sigh, I enter my room closing the door behind me. At least I didn't see the other kids. They love to watch or even help with her. Even in school, I can't escape. They just continue what they started at home there.

Walking to my bed I turn on the bedside lamp making it less dark in my room. It wasn't big and there wasn't much in it, but at least I was alone. I put my bag to the side before taking off my hoodie and shirt underneath it. I had just pulled my jeans down when I heard a crack in the floor behind me.

Quickly I turned around and came face to face with Drew. There was a cocky smirk on his face while looking me up and down. Quickly I grabbed my hoodie and threw it over my head hoping it would cover most of my body.

"Don't stop because of me. There is nothing I haven't seen before." I bite the inside of my cheek shaking my head at him.

"What are doing in my room, Drew? It has already been a long day and I really want to go to bed."

A part of me knew why he was here. While the other part hoped he was just here to annoy me. But seeing that it was late at night only one thing came to my mind. I have told myself that I won't let him do this to me anymore. That I would fight harder until he was annoyed and just left me alone.

A chuckle left his lips before taking a step toward me. As I said it was a small room, and it didn't take him much to reach me.

"Just wanted to say hey. Besides I heard that you were in trouble again with Ms. Ward. You just can't help yourself, don't you, love?" He reaches out moving a strain of hair out of my face.

The moment his fingertips grazed my cheek I could feel a chill run up my spine.

"Don't touch me," I mutter out moving my face from his hands.

"Just get out of my room. Haven't you done enough today?" I breathe out tiredly.

With both his hands he grabbed my face pulling me completely against his body.

"What the?! I said le.." Before I could finish he had crashed his lips on mine.

I had to process for a second what was happening before I began to struggle to get away from him. I felt him bite my lip, but I firmly held my two lips together denying entrance. With one strong shove, I push him away from me taking a deep breath immediately afterward.

"What's wrong with you!?" I cough out wiping my lips.

"Can't you go to one of your side chicks? Why do you want me?!" I whispered trying not to let the others know what was happening here.

A laugh came out of his mouth before he moved back in front of me. I took a few steps back but was quickly met with the bed behind me. Almost falling backward on it.

"Nobody is like you, love. You're just so different than the others."

I shook my head.

"Just go," I whisper hoping he would listen to me.

The same annoying chuckle left his mouth before he gave me a shove. Quickly I fell backward on my bed hitting my head hard on the wall.

For a second I think had passed out, but was quickly back to the present, well half the present.

My sight was hazy and blurry like they had put a filter over my eyes. When I tried to move my head the room seemed to spin around me, making me close my eyes tightly trying not to get dizzy. Without noticing I fell back in the dark, but not before I felt a presence beside me.

I felt someone grabbing my legs and putting them on the bed slowly I opened my eyes and saw someone sitting on the bed beside me slowly rubbing my bare leg. Goosebumps ran through my body making me want to pull away, but it was like my body wasn't listening. There was a voice, but it was muffled like I was in the water.

I think I passed out again because the next time I woke up I could feel coldness over my whole body. Slowly I looked down and saw that my hoodie was gone. I wanted to panic and run away, but everything was still blurry around me. A dark figure hovered above me before a hand touched my cheek and some words came out of its mouth that I couldn't understand.

When I woke up again I could feel something sitting between my legs. Still, with blurry vision, I looked down and saw what I thought was Drew. I watched as he moved his hands from my leg to my stomach stopping just underneath my bra. I shook my head and I could hear myself say a weak 'no', but that didn't stop him one bit.

I felt him put his two hands beside my face before leaning down and whispering.

"Don't worry love, I'll let you enjoy it too." before kissing my earlobe up until my cheek before crashing his lips on me. I tried to move away, squirming away from his touch and trying to push him away, but he didn't budge with my weak attempt.

Suddenly I felt myself sinking deeper into my mattress, before being fully in it and the touch of Drew faded away. The material of the mattress disappeared underneath my back and before I knew it I began to fall. My body felt like I was a doll that was tossed to the side of the room when a child was done playing with it.

Nothing worked not even my own voice.

I was ready to hit the ground and welcome the darkness of death, but when my back finally met the ground I only felt pain shoot through my body.

For a few seconds, I just lay there thinking I would probably pass out, but then I began to notice something.

It was so silent.

All the noise from the people in the house, Drew, or even the noises from outside my room was completely gone. I felt my fingers twitch from beside me slowly feeling the ground around me. I only felt cold concrete. Finally, I could open my eyes and was met with a dark room.

Is this the afterlife?

Am I in hell for all the shitty things I had done in life? The cold on my body was completely gone which made me look down. Somehow my clothes were back on. Maybe I am really dead.

"Don't worry you're still alive. For now." A voice spoke from somewhere in the dark and followed with a dark snickering.

I quickly sat up noticing that my wounds and pain were gone.

"You know you can still accept me. It's never too late to be the thing always wanted to be." The voice was so familiar to me, but I could place a face with it.

I began to turn around trying to see where the person was, but there was nothing. When a laugh came from behind I turned around ready to run towards it when the ground underneath my feet crumbled away. With a yelp, I managed to grab onto the side of the hole.

I pulled my head above the edge leaning on my arms underneath my chin. Being hopeful that I could pull myself up a cry left my lips when something grabbed my leg pulling me down. Soon others follow making me almost lose my grip.

While struggling to get free of the hands I heard a laugh in front of me. Looking up I could see a person coming from out of the shadows. My eyes widened when I saw that they looked exactly like me. The only things that were different and stood out were the black eyes and the sinister smile.

"You know, I can help you if you want to."

My nails were digging into the ground trying to get a grip on something to hold me up, but I kept slipping away. Everything inside of me was screaming not to trust her. She squad down in front of me looking down at me with those abysses of eyes and a smile.

"Don't you want to be strong?" She mockingly said with a chuckle at the end.

By now I was holding on to the edge with just my fingers.

"Come take my hand. I'll help you." A part of me wanted to let go so that I would be away from her, but the other part wanted to reach out.

It was the part that was tired of fighting to survive.

I have been fighting my whole life, maybe this is a gift for everything that has happened.

With a shaky hand, I began to reach out toward the other me, but before I could brush my fingertips against hers a hand reached my shoulders yanking forcefully so that I let go of the edge.

For the second time, I was falling, but now everything was dark around me. I yelled loudly while the hands were still holding me, their grip getting harder and harder. One reached my throat and I could feel it begin to squeeze cutting off the air that was going into my body.

A loud banging began to sound around me getting louder and louder while the light from the hole got smaller and smaller.

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The first chapter is out! I haven’t figured out what the update schedule will be. It won’t be every day that’s something I’m sure about. I hope you like it. See you in the next chapter!

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