What If Past Last Forever

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Summary

An unknown girl with an unknown past finds herself inside an asylum. Totally lost, she has no idea about her identity. But once the buried memories start to unwrap, she'll start to plot a scheme to take revenge and make the life of those who troubled her life a living hell, so WILL SHE EVER REACH HER GOAL? WILL SHE EVER FIND THE TRUTH BEHIND THE CASES THAT HAVE BEEN HIDDEN FOR MORE THAN A DECADE?? WILL SHE EVER HAVE HER HAPPY ENDING????????? HEY EVERYBODY I AM MRS SNOW AND I AM NEW TO THE WRITING FIELD SO PLEASE SHOW ME YOUR ENCOURAGEMENT AND SUPPORT THANKS FOR READING╰(*°▽°*)╯

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
2
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
13+

Where am I?

* “She has woken up...“*

Opened my eyes to a life of despair, found myself tied to some restraints in some white chair, surrounded by some strangers who wore white blouses, mumbling while giving me a bizarre gaze. Well, my mind is utterly a mess, JUST BASICALLY, WHERE AM I? WHO AM I? And what’s up with this dreadful headache that made my mind spin around in circles, separating me from reality, I felt some weight on my back, but I couldn’t reach a conclusion to the reason behind my agony, promptly I felt an overwhelming confusion. Furthermore, those outsiders started to approach. I started shouting hysterically, I let out an indignant roar, but the man with the white Chevron mustache whispered in my ears:“No worries! Everything will be alright”. And the other woman on his side murmured with a devilish grin on her face as she clenched in her grip some weird-looking object:” What are you afraid of? You are in the presence of the devil itself!“. Furthermore, she uttered manic laughter.

It was excruciating, the electric shock was excruciating, but what can I do in this state, tied to this hellish and fiendish torture machine, I am inadequate to free myself or even to move, in addition to that, my only escape from this ghastly and satanic ache was to laugh throughout my sorrowful tears that have been pouring perpetually.

Afterward, some inhuman creature led me to that wooden cage where I would be resting behind the bars, it was likely to be a former habitat of some ferocious wild animal in the past because the bloodstains were all around the floor, the wall painted in a seemingly glowing ghostly white color that reflects the buried spirits inside these walls.

I heard some eerie noise coming from behind these crumbling blocks. It felt like someone was babbling the other was shouting expeditiously and ceaselessly “Murder, Murder” The other was jiggling the thick bands of metals, But the question that arises; Where am I???

TO BE CONTINUED...