In a world where darkness and light entwine, Josephine's Journey begins. With each step, she enravels secrects, confronts her destiny, and confronts the true meaning of beauty, power and the darkness that lies within. Dive into the a tale of self-di...
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I wake up gasping, my back lifting off the bed. I'm sore my skin burning with scratches from the sharp blades of the grass, my heart races as i frantically feel the bed and assess my surroundings.Gripping the sheets i strain my ear to hear any movement in the room or breathing. I hear none.
I'm alone. But that doesn't mean im safe, I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.
As I lie back on the soft sheets, I search my mind for the voice, but it remains silent, leaving me alone to fend for myself. Fearing for the worst, I get back up, my heart racing with anxiety. He could be anywhere. I slowly move near the bed, my hands outstretched in front of me, trying to feel my way through the darkness.
My foot stubs on a hard edge, making me screech in pain. I grit my teeth, refusing to let the pain stop me, and pat the surface of what seems to be a end table, searching for something to defend myself with. My fingers wrap around a long, thin object - a knitting needle - and I grip it tightly, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. It's not much, but it's better than nothing.
I wait, my heart beat louder as I hear soft footsteps and another set of footsteps following. They're light, cautious steps, as if they're trying not to wake me. But I'm already awake, my pulse racing. I hurry back to the bed, pretending to sleep.
They enter the room, and I hear his voice, whispering to the other person. But I can't quite understand what they're saying. I feel a shockwave go through my body, as he approaches me. His feet are silent as a ghost, and I can sense his presence looming over.
I'm paralyzed, as I try my hardest not to think about his presence. Instead, I focus on the sounds coming from the corner of the room, where the other person is busy brewing something sweet and unfamiliar. The aroma fills the air, making my nose twitch, and for a moment, I forget about the danger lurking nearby.
Yet i can feel his beaty eyes on me, boring into my face, my fear and unease only intensify.
I sense him moving closer, his presence inches from my ear. The feeling of his cool breaths fanning my earlobe, make the hairs on my skin stand. His lips graze my ear, making me shudder, and I try not to move, gripping the knitting needle under the covers tightly. My breaths are shallow.
"Pretending to sleep won't fool me," he whispers, his voice low. I refuse to respond, hoping he'll leave me alone. But then, his hand reaches out to touch the pulse on my neck, and I scramble away, frantic. My breathing is harsh, my heart pounding in my chest. I feel myself at the edge of the bed, and I yell, "Don't touch me!" pointing the knitting needle in his direction.
Holding my ground, I hear the sound of footsteps behind me and something clattering to the floor. Then, everything falls silent, except for my own ragged breathing.
His voice cuts through the silence like a knife. "It's alright, leave us." His words seem to carry an unspoken command, and I hear the other person's footsteps recede, the door closing with a soft click.
