The room was dimly lit as I slowly opened my eyes. My head throbbed with a piercing pain, as if it had suffered a forceful blow. I knew without a doubt that it was my aunt who had delivered that crushing blow, but the reasons behind her actions remained shrouded in mystery.
Determined not to let this setback deter me, I mustered the strength to rise from the bed, my body feeling unsteady, yet fueled by an indomitable spirit. I struggled to steady my wobbly legs, desperation fuelling my every step towards the door.
My heart sank as I reached for the doorknob, twisting it in vain, only to find the door firmly locked. Panic began to set in, mingling with the pain and confusion. Why would they lock me in? What did my aunt intend by confining me here?
I source the room, seeking any means of escape.. I couldn't let fear consume me; I had to find a way out. My eyes darted around, searching for alternative exits, hoping to uncover a hidden passage or an overlooked window.
The room enveloped me in its suffocating embrace, its dimly lit corners mocking my feeble attempts to escape. The pain in my head intensified, a constant reminder of the forceful blow that had landed me in this wretched place. My thoughts swirled with confusion and self-doubt. How could I have been so blind, so foolish?
Why would my own flesh and blood, my aunt, subject me to this torment? What twisted motivations lay behind her actions? The answers eluded me, concealed in a web of secrets and betrayal.
But amidst the darkness, a flicker of hope ignited within me. I had managed to send a desperate message to my parents, through a trusted messenger,meg.
she got surprise but didn't question.
As I aimlessly wandered around the room, a sense of confusion and frustration enveloped me. The events of the past few days and the time-travel experience continued to baffle my mind. I struggled to process the implications of my future self's actions and the consequences they had brought. It's too complicated for me.
In that future timeline, I had acted foolishly, mocking and imitating my aunt's behavior. I had disregarded the impact of my actions and failed to seek help or guidance. Now, returning to the present, I was confronted with the harsh reality that my attempts to change the course of events seemed futile.
' i can not think straight "
A wave of helplessness washed over me as I grappled with the notion that even if I tried to alter something, the same outcome would inevitably unfold. It felt as though I was trapped in a predetermined cycle, unable to break free from its clutches.
But I refused to surrender to resignation. I couldn't accept that my future was predestined and beyond my control. There had to be a way to navigate through this web of confusion and make a meaningful impact.
But is this really real.In the midst of my bewildering experience, a haunting question lingered in my mind. Was this reality or merely a vivid dream? The past three days had felt surreal, as if I were trapped in a hazy limbo, disconnected from the tangible world around me. The boundaries between dreams and waking life blurred, leaving me questioning the very essence of my existence.
' i can not think straight "
In the depths of my confusion, a dark and dangerous thought dared to surface. What if I were to leap out of the window, defying the laws of gravity? Would the fall be my demise, or would I awaken from this enigmatic slumber unscathed? And if I were to test the limits of my own pain, would the sting of a blade upon my flesh bring me solace or jolt me back to the realm of reality?
Emotionless and detached, I found myself devoid of the usual human responses. Tears refused to flow, as if the well of my emotions had run dry. The world around me appeared muted, its vibrancy fading into a monochrome backdrop. It felt as though I were a mere observer, detached from the tapestry of life, unable to form meaningful connections or engage with the depths of my own being.
Thus I made my way towards the balcony, my body walking itself. a mix of exhaustion and despair weighed heavily upon my shoulders. Doubts crept in, questioning my sanity and my capacity for revenge. The notion of making plans seemed reserved for those blessed with intellect, while I felt undeserving and ill-equipped. The lines between reality and imagination blurred, leaving me uncertain of my own existence. " İ can not control myself"
In my perceived reality, Meg was gone, lost to the realm of the deceased. I, too, had met my demise, a casualty of the cruel twists and turns of life. Perhaps this was all but a dream, a fragmented illusion born from the depths of my slumber. With each step I took towards the balcony, my heart sank further into the abyss of hopelessness.
Yet, as I reached the precipice, a serene beauty enveloped me. The night sky stretched out above, adorned with a mesmerizing moon that cast its ethereal glow upon the world. It was in this moment that I noticed a solitary figure standing there, amidst the darkness. It was John, a figure from my past.
A pang of remorse washed over me as I recalled the hurtful words I had directed at him in my perceived reality. In this dream-like state, I found myself yearning for a meeting that transcended the confines of my imagination, a reunion that would take place in the realm of actuality.
"Lady Elenore! Stop!" John's voice pierced through the air, a desperate plea to halt my impending action. But why should I listen? Wasn't this just a figment of my imagination, a mere dream where consequences held no sway over me?
Confusion clouded my thoughts as I stood perched on the edge, the wind dancing through my hair
As I ignored the urgent plea to stop, I continued my path towards the corner of the balcony. The belief that this was just a dream and that I would be unharmed persisted within me. Falling like a leaf, I surrendered myself to the whims of the wind. My heart raced faster, my mind descending into darkness. I was completely gone .
But suddenly, as if by some miracle, John caught me. His breaths were rapid, betraying his panic. Reluctantly, I turned to face him, my hand trembling as it reached out to touch his face.
"John, are you okay?" I inquired, my voice filled with worry.
He held me tightly, his grip unyielding. "Why, Elenore? Why did you jump?"
The weight of exhaustion and despair bore down upon me, tears welling in my eyes. "I'm tired, John. Tired of both reality and the dreams that haunt me."
Confusion etched itself onto his features as he regarded me, his dark brown eyes searching for understanding. "Elenore, this is real," he stated firmly, his gaze unwavering.
As John gazed into my tear-filled eyes with his compassionate dark brown eyes, I felt a sense of solace wash over me. He refused to release his tight hold on me, ensuring my safety and comfort. Together, we walked towards the exit of the mansion, where a concerned-looking man stood. The carriage stood open, waiting for us.
Without hesitation, John guided me into the carriage, still holding onto me with unwavering determination. As we settled inside, I could hear voices outside, filled with tension and the sound of a struggle. The commotion heightened my anxiety, but John's presence provided a semblance of security.
Suddenly, John raised his voice, his tone filled with authority. "If you don't allow us to leave, I will take action against all of you right now!"
His declaration hung in the air, commanding attention and demanding compliance. And with that, the carriage began to move, carrying us away from the chaotic scene.
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İf you like this " my second book " Silent Possession (You Belong to Me)