Mary opened her eyes, asking herself where she was? She knew she was somewhere that was not human as she stared at the darkness that surrounded her. Panic crossed through her veins wanting to get away from this darkness. "Help me! Somebody help me, get me out of here!!!” she kept screaming for ten minutes, just then she stopped and realized she was in this alone.

After death she thought she would have peace but here she was trapped in oblivion, in emptiness and void. Slamming herself to the floor exhaustion replaced her fear as she let it go just willing herself to disappear as she looked up, where was Night Cross, was this what his hell looked like? She closed her eyes and she began to hear sounds but she could not make out what they were.

"20 year old female involved in a crash and there are obvious abdominal and thoracic trauma, no external bleed but we are expecting a massive hemot

As she laid there feeling Walter's presence and hearing him Walter, her heart broke, she had never felt so much pain, not even when Night Cross forced her to sell her conscience over and over. The beeping machine filled the silence in the room and neither of them spoke, he had the most solemn look on his face and looked like he was about to burst into tears when he reached over to pull a strand of hair from her face.

"I’m so sorry Martha, I am sorry I pit so much pressure on you which I would never do again, I’m so sorry that our relationship has to come to this”. As he spoke, tears poured down her eyes and she thought in her heart, maybe he does understand me, the saddened she felt was like a demon swallowing her heart from the very inside, the only thing that made this life worth leaving was walking away from her. She felt so bad, so horrible that she felt like clawing out her own hea

Martha enjoyed where things were leading to, her mischievous and mean side was beginning to come out and became more dominant these days. She watched as Philip struggled with his emotions. This morning when she came down for breakfast, he tried his best not to look at her and she of course decided she would dress to kill. She might not have many dresses, but one thing she certainly knew how to do was to work her own body. She dressed in a classy but simple way, not revealing but it was enough to get anyone’s attention but seem like she never wanted to do, she had gotten this skill from her previous life. She also knew how to carry herself how she wanted to be seen, which was the time to show her full potential.

As she descended the stairs to the dining table, the host automatically stood up to welcome her. Martha smiled, never had anybody stood for her since she came here. Truly how you

Mary opened her eyes, asking herself where she was? She knew she was somewhere that was not human as she stared at the darkness that surrounded her. Panic crossed through her veins wanting to get away from this darkness. "Help me! Somebody help me, get me out of here!!!” she kept screaming for ten minutes, just then she stopped and realized she was in this alone.

After death she thought she would have peace but here she was trapped in oblivion, in emptiness and void. Slamming herself to the floor exhaustion replaced her fear as she let it go just willing herself to disappear as she looked up, where was Night Cross, was this what his hell looked like? She closed her eyes and she began to hear sounds but she could not make out what they were.

"20 year old female involved in a crash and there are obvious abdominal and thoracic trauma, no external bleed but we are expecting a massive hemothorax and also pericardial and fluid in the abdomen, blood pressure is 95 over 60, pulse is 104, tem

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