W̻̟͇̪̝͉ͫ̌̾ͦ̌a̹͍̲̟̳̍͐̍k̘̲͔̙̓̃ͨ̆̽̀e͖̳͗͋ͭ̚y̤̠̮̖ͪ̎̌͋̉ ͭ́ͤ͗ͥwͥa͎͚̳ͥ͑̓̅̃k͖̞̤̉̃̐ͬ̆e͖̻̤̗ͧ̐̄y̯͍̠ͅ.̩̻̫̫̝̫ ̲̳͉͇̀ͣ̓ͧD̝͓͎̣̙̤͕ͬ̋̑̄o̹͓̦͉̺̮̽̽͒̏n͙͚͇̆͗̒'͚͇͕̪͌͆̇t͇͊̌̄̄ ̟̟͙͑̉ͅw͖̪͓̱͓ͦ̈́̈̄̓̐a͇͍ͭ̐͊͂͌ṉͩͫ̓̒ͥ̚ṋ̩͆̒a̺̪̗̻̪͕ͧ̔ͅ ̺̠͍̟m͎̼͖̟̽ͬi̟̰̝̞̠̥̥͋̑ŝ̫͕̘̫͕̙̰ͯ̎ͯs̘͎͛͐ͩ ͚̯̩͚̗̇ͤ̈́t̯̰̱̟̰̑̏̂̓ͦ̔ͅh̜̻ͥ̓͑i͓̞̹̓ͬ̈͒̆ͧs ̲̜͕̯̘̓ͨâ̠ͣ̂́̓d̳̪̠̠̬͚̏͂̈ͮv̼̹͓ͩe̹̯n͕͇̞͙t͙̳͚ͮ̏ȕ͛͐̌̍ͫr͖̤̩͖̓̓̍ͥ̋̃̚ȇ̦̗̰͇̬̑̇̏̀̾ ͖̩̻ͮ̔d̜̦̫͓o̺͇ͯ̂̈͗ͦ͂ ̇ya̰͙͇̞̥͕͇̔͛͒ ̲ͬͥͮ̍ḱ͚̱̘̤̥̦̞ͥ̆i͈̯̮̐d̮d̠̭͉̠͑ͯ̌͆̋o͉͕͉͖̞̿ͬ́̆͆̃
You felt something kick you.
Your spine hurt.
Your eyes opened without your even making them.
T̀h͋̇̂͒iͯnͥͮk̓ ̒í̇̊͗̓̅t w̽́̔̚o̊̊̒͛͌ͮr̓̆ͥ͆̓͋k̽ͨ̒̉e͋ͣ́dͯ̑̽̂͊͆.̂͆̆̈́ͦ̇̎ ͭ̆̇ͮH͛̂e̋ͦh̔͋̒e̓͋̍̿̐ͥḧ̈̈́̂ė̊͒.
Something made you say. You realized something... You didn't have control.
S͙̦ͨͦ̊ͧͦo͓̊͆ ͈̱͔̩͇ͣͨ̇̿̊ͬk͎̹̩͐ͨͩͫi͍͓͈d̥̦͕̭̒.̠ͯ͒̽̽̈́̿͒ ͖̞͌
͒̍̎H͈͚̫̭̥̤͐ȏ̪̠w͔̥̟̦͓͖ͦͧͦ̈̊ͯ'͔̭ͯ̐ͭ̇̅̃͑s͕͔̥͙̀ͪ͗̈ ̰̼̰̫̥̇̆ͭ͛̐̾̚i̮̟̭̎̾ͪ̽̏̓͊t̝̏ ̘̘͙̙̞̗ͬ̎ͤͅf͇͎̖̄̊͛̀ͬ͒ͦe͚̱͕̫ͤ̐e̥l̙̺͇̯͐?͙̤̳̞̈ ̮͇̭̩̌͂I̞͓̼̐̍ͣ̃ͤͪ ̺̟̠̩̮͉̓̋͆͗ͭ̃ͪf̹̜̱̘͈̘͖ͪ̄ͦ̈͋̾͌o̥͍u̘͎̅̏̎̇̓ͫ̚n̪̮̱̾̉ͫ̂̑́d̺͖͚̟̾ ̫̬͕̳͈͔̔̀ͭs̠̦̋́̇ô͖̆͆̓̇ͭͫm̬̩̰̙̯ͩ͋ë́̄t̺̒͗h͕ͬ̇ͦị̙͗ͦͥ̅ͯṋͩ̋̆g͕̖͖͙̯͔̀ͯͥ̈ ̟̙b̠͚͖̬̮̫̪e̼̦͍̗̱̰ͫ̊ͫͧͨt̞ͩt̯͉ͣͫͧ̉̏͊̍e̙̩̼̿͑ṟ̭̖͖̟͒̅͒ ̠͈̩͙̳͙̳̄t̜̦̫̤͍̘̰͑͂ͦͮͤͮ̉h̯͈̞̳ã̱̂̎ͦ̔̏̓n̤̙͖͉͍̫ͅ ̹̃ͦͩ̈jͨ͗ȗ͚͈̲͚͚̲͌͊̆̔͑s̠̗̜͚̼̣̆ͤ͂̽͆͆͌t͍̰̗̩͈͖̠ͤ́ͯ͛͊ͮ̒ ͖̲͓͍͔͍̗h͚̅aͫ̇v̍̉̀͒̾͊̏i̘̘̲͓̯̼̲n̫̥͖̄ͫͩͅg͕͔̯̓ ͇̬̳̟̯͍͉̈ͫ͐̚a̯̙̩͊̓̂̐ ̬̖̰b̩̥ͤ́͂̎ͤ͒̄it̜͔̲̗ͬ ̺̤̩͇͔̓̈̉̽̑o̹̹̠̠̘̜ͯf̮͚ ͖̀͊ͥ̂̅̃c̟͉͎͓̰̦͛̓ͦ̽ͬ͌͂ȍ̥̼̫͙͌́̇̾̆̑n̝̳̝̝̤̥t͈ͩͪr͎̥̪̲̙̗ͅo͔͉̙̳̔̉l̯̭̺̉ͬ̆̉̈̊͆
You felt yourself stand up.
The feeling making you nauseous.
S̫̭ͫͮͮ͒o̦,̬̪̫̞͚͊ ͒̿ͣ͒w̍̏̽ͣͭ̀͋h̞͇̻̘͊̄̚a͕̣̦͛ͩ͑̓̌͑̽t͖̦͚̲̲ ͓̪̤̊̈́́ͥy̻͉͌ͥ̐ͤȧ̭͔̞̼́ ̰͔̜̙̽ͯ̔ͦp̆͐̆̑̈́́ͭl̦̼ͦ̂̇ã̫n̮̟̺̳̹ͨͯ͋ͤn̩̦̜ͪ̀i͙̾͂̆ͩ̆͗ͯṅ̪̦̫̯̰̠͚ͧͦ̿ ̠͓̠̋̓t̺o͎̰̩͓ ͓̫͖̽̍ͧ̽̃d̝͎̬̤̿ͨ̂͐o̗̬͇̠ͩͫ́̓?̜͚̳͕̠̤ͨͭ̾̓ͨ́
It spoke with your voice.
The next part, you couldn't decipher.
You saw as everything faded black, and then made the form of your room.
You felt something kick in.
Not adrinaline, not hope.
Fear.
D͋̈idͧͮ͛̅ͦͦn̒ͪͤ̃ͥt̍̔ ͦ͛̓ͤ͌yͫͫou̅͊ͪ̏ ͆̇̍̂̉̓͌o̎̃̋͑̊͊n̿ͩ̔̆̇ͣ̚c̔̂e̊̐̚ s̎ͦ̆aý́ͪͬ̃ͮ ̿͂̃̏̄ͤ͊yͣ͑̆o̎ͣͥ͊̾͆u̒'̒͒d̈́͂̉ͨ kil͗͋͋lͣ ̆ͯ̉ͥͨ̚me̐̐ͬ̎̿͛ ͦ̆ͬǐ̿̓f ̑ͧ͋Iͩ̓ ͦ͒̉h͋͑̒̈̓uͨ̄ͬ̑̓̂r͒̃̓ͤtͪ̿ͩ̓ ͩͭͦâ̎̉̈n̔̓ͧyͪ͌o̾nͩ̎ͩ͊̀͐eͦͮ?ͦ̈̈́̂͐ ͧ̿͗̌͐̏́
Ŵͥ̊̏ͭ͋e͌ͭ͒̚l̐͂̋̑̋lͫ̉ͮ,ͨͯ̊́ͬ ̂Iͭ͛'̓̅̂mͪ͑ ͧ̇ͮ̑ͥ͑j̃̑ü̎ͥ́̇s̐t̃̔́̎͐͗̅ a͐̽̊s͛̾́͒͊̉͐sͫ̌u͛̄́mͩ̆̿̋͛͛͒iͦn̾ͥ̅ͣ̌ḡ ͪͭ̊̈́hͦ͑̀̏ͩͭ͗ò̒̽̌ͣ̓w ͬ̎ͮ́̐̚y̋ͦ͒͐̍oǘͣ͌͆̍r̂ͪ̆ͫ g̒o͌̾n̋̌ͣ̎̃̚nͯ̉̏̂ͭ̐͒a ͌̓͌͋ͪͫͩf̒͛̀̄eͫè̋͐͌͒̓͆l͒̐͑̍ ̇ͫ͒͂ͥͫi͗ͦ͆̔ͬ̐nͧ ͊̈ͭͭ̂aͫ̑̆ ͒̀ͤ͛̈́ͯ̅b̓͂̃̏͆̍iͣͥtͯ͋͋̎.͛
ͯͤ̔̈́̌̈̉Y̔̒ͪͪ̿̽oͫ̈́̋u͒rͯ̃͛ͥ ͬ̆̂̾͌Ṙ͊͆̿͌̉̑Ë͒A̽͌ͧ͆ͥL̉̃ͦ̑ͤ͐L͋̊̿ͮ̂Ỳ̅͐͆͐͒̏ ͮ̍̓ṅͪ̍oͧ̔͆̏̒t̐̽͒ͨ̽͗ ͆̈́ͬ̀ĝ͋̐̇̍̋̋ò̉̿̎̇n̒̂̚ná̉̍̅ ̏̓͛̿̚̚ľ͗̿i͆̿̒ͫͩ́keͭ ̄me.̏ͣ̂ͨͪ
̍Bͪͦͪuͣ̔t̎̇̂,ͬ̒̓ͫ͌ ̉͑ͮ͒ͧ̚h͋ͭ̊͊̂́ͪe͊h̔̇̿͂ͭ.ͦͬ̓̚.͂͒̈́̿̅̈́.ͬ̔.̾̐̓Dͩĩͫ̽̅̔̋d ͬͫͦ̊̓ͬ̄yͪ͒oͦ̋͐̆uͥ͑ ͨͤ̈̓͒e͌v̈̈̈́̿er̽̂ͤ?
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The Way We Used To Be ~Book 2 Of Promise
Fanfictionyou had finally made it. you were safe. you were here with your family once more. you knew that you wouldn't reset. this timeline meant too much. you had all made is so far. and after what you had been through... you didn't plan to go through it aga...
