“One of the things I learned the hard way was that it doesn’t pay to get discouraged. Keeping busy and making optimism a way of life can restore your faith in yourself.” — Lucille Ball (born August 6, 1911) https://www.instagram.com/p/BXdZkETFFJe/
Summary:In a normal world, having a
soulmate is usually considered a blessing, in a normal world, when their words
appear on you finding them is not something impossible. But Tory Miller doesn’t
live in a normal world. No. Her world is the stuff of nightmares, the dead
walk, the living kill each other and soulmates are not important. Nothing is
more important than surviving.
Warnings: serious warnings for this chapter, death, violence, child endangerment, ANGST, cursing. Read at your own risk, I really don’t want to give the story away in the warnings. Sorry.
Author’s note: I’m sorry for posting this two almost two weeks after the last update, buuuut, real life was kicking my ass, with work and school. I want to thank the absolutely adorable @jeffreydeanneganstrash, for beta-ing this story for me and making sense of my crazy ideas, and all around for being a fantastic friend. I know almost nothing about medical stuff, so I did try my best at research. Want to be tagged? Drop me a line. Also, constructive criticism will be appreciated.
Tory hid away in her room for three days.All she could think
was how difficult it was to understand words that had no context but could
cause her so much pain. There was no point in trying to explain it, because no one understood; no
one could ever get the horrible, empty feeling that was lodged in her
chest, and the throbbing pain that burned her arm every other
Her grey eyes
scanned the skin of her arm, reading the words that had started this mess once