Life shapes each person's identity, whether intentionally or not. Y/N, a teenage introvert, cherished her solitude and independence. She found solace in listening to music in her room, a sanctuary of sorts. However, her life took a turn when she beg...
"Now we're stuck in some demonic dimension, running away from flesh-eating deadly creatures, I've lost count how many near-death experiences I've had, none of us have slept in days, we can't tell our parents or any-"
Right as he was about to continue with his Y/N stood up, slamming her hands on the table making the group startled and look at her in surprise.
"Tyler if you keep doing this, you'll be causing a bigger scene." She had to force herself to speak, holding a finger to her mouth to indicate him to be quiet.
He realized this and the two took a seat, but that didn't stop him from continuing.
"If we don't go back to Savannah where this cycle begun..." Tyler said with a much slightly lowered tone, "Then what are we supposed to do?"
It was silent. They all knew he was right, but they knew dangerous. Even though he was mostly right, they kept their thoughts to themselves.
'Even so, it's a risk to take. Since Savannah was the source of all this, it could bring us back to how things were before. But, I feel have a feeling it isn't going to be easy. Though, should we really-?'
Should we risk it...?
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TWO WEEKS AGO
In a dark room, the curtains were closed. A girl with H/C was on her bed with wireless earphones, listening to music while sketching.
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Much wasn't on the girl's mind, and there wasn't much for the girl's interests to start something new so she stuck with drawing. Since there wasn't much she could do. So to put it simply, she is a complete introvert who has no friends or any other relatives to talk to.
Though to be completely honest she never really liked socializing to begin with. To her, it'll just be a waste of time, who needs friends when she has the one thing she loves most, and that is her love for drawing. Drawing was her passion, it was her way of expressing herself and what she loved. It filled her mind with nothing but peace.
Another thing she loves is music. Once a single tune is played in Y/N's ears it makes her feel engraved in the beat. It felt calming, depending on the music she plays. Playing music helps her visualize what she plans to draw.
Whenever she does this it just makes her feel a sense of peace, forgetting both her problems and reality. It made her feel, happy. Something she rarely even expresses. But doing these things is a way of expressing her emotions, and she could probably do this all day.
"Y/N...it's time for school." Her dad said who stood by the door of her room with his arms crossed, his body slightly leaning on the door and with a smile on his face.
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