Trauma

Kira tried opening her eyes, but for some unknown reason, she couldn't. She felt as though an object was forcing her eyes shut.

She tried to take in air but realized that she couldn't even breathe!

She could feel herself losing consciousness from the lack of oxygen. Someone or something was slowly killing her and she couldn't even fight back.

She was half conscious when she felt the object that was seemingly preventing her from breathing move away from her face.

She took in quick deep breaths, thankful for the air that graced her lungs. She sat up just in time to see someone hastily run out of the room.

The only thing her dazzy eyes caught sight of was the crescent moon bracelet around the person's wrist.

"You want to die a second time as well?" A treacherously familiar voice spoke inside the room.

Kira's senses instantly heightened as she looked around in the unfamiliar room.

And there she was, standing in the corner of the room, the red-haired little nightmare.

"Now she becomes alert." The girl muttered, looking slightly irked.

Kira stared at the girl for some time, trying to fathom her current situation.

"You're welcome by the way." The girl said walking closer to Kira. She sat on the bed, then sighed softly. "Look Heather, the sooner you adapt to everything, and stop staring at me like that, the sooner this tale of yours will be over."

Kira was still silent, the memory and trauma of being shot still fresh in her mind.

"Hazel!" Lyra suddenly burst into the room, startling Kira in the process.

"Oh, thank goodness you're okay," Lyra said, briskly walking over to Kira, and taking a seat on the bed.

Kira stared in confusion at the blonde lady, who didn't seem to notice the little girl that was now standing right beside her.

"I know you just had a near-death experience and all, but you have to get ready for the dinner meeting with that important business partner Mr. Reyes talked about," Lyra explained, staring hopefully at her friend.

Kira said nothing. Her eyes darted from Lyra to the red-haired girl.

"Hello? Hazel?" Lyra's confused voice rang out.

"Just go with it." Said the red-haired girl. Kira stared at her in indignation, a clear sign that she wasn't about to go along with anything.

"Else I'll be forced to make you relive your death again." She added giving Kira a stare that unexplainably made her clutch her chest in excruciating pain.

Kira instantly felt the bullet pierce her chest all over again, but thankfully it ended as soon as it began.

"Hazel? Are you o—" Lyra asked and was about to reach out to her, when Kira/Hazel roughly grabbed her arm pushing her away.

Kira toppled her way over to what she hoped to be the bathroom. She locked herself inside, collapsing down to the marble floor.

"Sorry, but that was necessary." The red-haired appeared before Kira, her face not showing a slight bit of sympathy.

Kira ignored her, and proceed to stand, walking over to the bathroom mirror.

The face she saw in her reflection made her stumble back, and fall on her back.

"You want a better look?" Asked the girl and before she knew it, the girl was holding up a human-sized mirror—that seemingly appeared out of nowhere— for her to look at herself.

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