Sophie liked to think of herself as a tough sort of woman, a survivor. As an average person, she survived hell on earth and returned to tell the tale. Give or take. In a tragic freak accident, she and the survivors of two plane crashes were trapped on a strange uninhabited island. It took 8 years for help to locate them. Of the original 288 missing passengers and crew, only 22 people remained. The world went wild, everyone wanted to know what happened. What went on there? In a true Lord of the Flies fashion, it was humanity at its worst. It was hell on earth, a miniature apocalypse in the middle of the ocean. Sure Sophie had survived, but even after years of intensive therapy, she isn't always happy about it. Those who murdered her younger brother were now rich, those who raped and left her baby sister to die in childbirth were famous. The kings of that hell island, monsters wearing human skin, had sold their stories and were now living the good life after. And try as she might move on, hell has followed her home. Till she wakes up 13 years back in the past that is. Less than 1 day before her scheduled flight to hell. ---- Written originally for Writing Prompt #85: Female Lead's Growth as the Main Theme. Will be posted on other sites such as Royal Road and Scribblehub
She may have hacked off her chains from the wall. She may have escaped them, and might have a chance at living. But the clasps are still weighing down on her wrists. And the links rattle as they drag across the floor. They echo loudly, sending warnings of her approach. People scurry away. So it's time she learns how to hide them. The chains don't rattle as she walks; the warning bells don't ring. The metal is trapped behind layers of deception. But blood trails is still behind her, and leave their tracks and debris. Maybe it's time to finally hack off those chains. ------------------------------------ on hiatus(editing ongoing) due to irl problems.