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Guys don’t look like this anymore so what’s the point.

TW Fractured Fragments snippet p2

Fractured fragments is a Wattpad story I wrote, I used it as a place to store all my emotions readers discretion is strongly advised.

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As panic surged within me after realizing I couldn't remember anything, my racing mind urged me to escape the confines of the hospital bed I just needed out I had to get out of here. The room was closing in around me everything was too loud. I frantically tugged at the IVs that snaked their way into my veins, desperately attempting to free myself from their grip. The bandages wrapped around my wrists and ankles felt like restraints, binding me to this unfamiliar reality.

"No! Get them off! I need to get out!" I shouted, my voice trembling with a mix of terror and desperation. Tears streamed down my face, mingling with my anguish, as I fought against the perceived constraints that held me captive.

My parents, overwhelmed by their own worries, rushed forward, their hands reaching out in a futile attempt to calm me. But as their fingers made contact with my skin, an instinctive flinch overtook me. I recoiled from their touch, a surge of terror coursing through my veins. The thought of being harmed, of experiencing any more pain, gripped me with an uncontrollable fear.

"Please, don't hurt me! Don't touch me!" I screamed, my voice hoarse and filled with torment. The sight of their anguished faces only fueled my terror further, as if their touch was a reminder of the unknown horrors I had endured.

-OpTicTide

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TW Fractured Fragments snippet p1

Fractured fragments is a Wattpad story I wrote, I used it as a place to store all my emotions readers discretion is strongly advised.

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The morning sunlight filtered through the windows of the school bus, casting a warm glow on My face. I sat in my usual seat, lost in lyrics from one of my favorite bands as the familiar sights of the neighborhood passed by. The chatter of the other students provided a comforting backdrop, their conversations blending into a symphony of youthful energy.

Suddenly, the bus jerked violently to the side, throwing everyone off balance. Gasps and screams filled the air as panic spread like wildfire among the students. My heart pounded in my chest, my eyes widening in disbelief as I saw a car ramming into the side of the bus.Within seconds, the bus screeched to a halt, and the doors flung open. Four masked men stormed onto the bus, their presence suffocating the once-familiar space. The glint of firearms sent a shiver down my spine, and a wave of terror washed over me I couldn't move. This couldn't be happening. It was like a nightmare coming to life. Instantly I was reminded of yesterday, of the man in the woods.

The masked intruders barked orders, their voices laced with menace. The sound of gunfire echoed through the bus as they fired at the driver, silencing any resistance. Fear gripped my heart. Looking around at the other students, their eyes wide with disbelief and shock."Nobody move! Stay quiet!" one of the men bellowed, his voice laced with cold authority. His eyes scanned the bus, his gaze filled with a chilling intensity. The weight of their weapons and the air of danger they exuded hung heavy in the cramped space.

My mind raced, a torrent of emotions flooding my senses. Fear, anger, and confusion mingled within me, but a deep sense of survival urged me to stay calm. I cast a glance at my fellow hostages, seeing the terror etched on their faces. In that moment, a steely resolve formed within me. I had to stay strong-for myself I had to get out of this.

-OpTicTide