I don't think so an write this book anymore, like... There's too much rn. I don't think I can write anymore. Just totally uninspired. I'm sorry if you guys were waiting for me to update. I just c do it. Theres definitely wayyy better stories other the this one so...

Thanks for the votes tho.

IM JUST JOKING April Fools You guys, I'm not THAT mean :| but I am sorry I haven't updated in a long time (this is old but I'm never deleting it LMAO, anyway continue on)

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Haunting Memories of a

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like Id hit my head hard because when I sat up, my head started pounding immediately. I couldn't remember really anything that happened after I saw myself in the reflection of that broken glass. I know that I must have been hallucinating though, there was absolutely no way on earth that was real.

I gasped when I realized I wasn't even in the same place anymore. The soft cushion of the bed should have given it away but my mind was too blurry to register that at first. The room was cold and empty. There was just the bed I was sitting on and a chair opposite of it.

My body was aching down to my core and I couldn't stop shivering. I bunched up the blankets around myself and hugged my knees up to my chest. I was still naked so it seemed.

There was a feeling of fear creeping up inside me with every second that went by. What if I was still with Cole's crazy brother? I might have just imagined him laying there on the floor under me... I should've listened to him when he told me to stay away from him. I thought he was just trying to get me to stay with him but that guy was a lunatic.

I jumped when I heard loud voices arguing outside the room, I recognized Cole's immediately, and somewhere deep down I felt a little safer than before. The door busted open and Cole came barging in along with Theo and Lucius.

He looked pissed as hell, as did Lucius. Theo just stood at the door with his hands stuffed in his pockets and a bored look plastered on his face.

"Isabella!" Cole said walking up to me, "Do you remember anything from before you just woke up?"

"I-" Lucius cut me off and yanked my shoulder, "Where the hell is his body?"

"What...?" His body? I have no idea what they're talking about.

"Don't play dumb bitch, I'm talking about my brother...Yuily."

"Get your fucking hands off of her," Cole said, frowning at his brother, pulling me towards him.

Hearing his name sent chills down my spine and I shook my head, "I don't know what you're talking about. His body...? I don't remember. I don't know where he took me..."

"It's obvious she doesn't remember anything Lucius," Theo said from the doorway, "It's not like he's dead anyway, he has to wake up and figure out where he's left his own body. He decided to do things on his own, so it has nothing to do with us."

"Are you crazy? She killed everyone that I sent out, not to mention the bodies piled up out there. She tore Yuily's head from his body and you're saying I should just overlook that?"

"Were you expecting her to just sit there and let herself be killed? That's what we get for underestimating her."

My eyes widened and I looked up at Cole, "What are they talking about? I- I killed someone?"

He sighed and shook his head, "You two just leave. I can deal with this."

Theo nodded and came over and dragged Lucius out of the room with him, he paused before leaving and looked back at Cole, "Don't think this conversation is over. You do have a lot of explaining to do. Consider yourself lucky right now."

Cole waited till they shut the door and let out a sigh of relief. He looked down at me with a frown and pulled the covers off of me, exposing my entire body. I yelped and tried to crawl away from him but he pulled me back towards him.

"Why the hell are you running away? Sit still," he said rolling his eyes. "I'm not going to try and rape you or something."

"H-how am supposed to trust you saying that?"

He looked at me with an irritated look. "Have I ever?" He didn't wait for me to reply to him, he pushed me down on the bed and examined all over my body. His hands touching over every single part of me. So much for him asking that. As if what he's doing right now is completely ok.

"Relax, I'm just making sure you're okay. Okay? I should've guessed that you wouldn't have any bruises." He muttered, "You heal pretty fast."

I flinched when he ran his hand over my arm. I could still feel every bit of pain from when he kept torturing me. I didn't heal quickly at all...It didn't even feel like I was healed, I just looked at it.

I hated it. I hated all of it. This. This feeling, this life, him, his brothers, I wish I just died back then. I would've much happier that way.

"Do you think that?" he asked, caressing my face with his hand. Shit, I forgot he could hear what I was thinking.

"Do you really hate me?" He asked looking directly into my eyes, he didn't look angry like before but, I didn't know what to say. What did he want me to say? I felt like he was going to hit me or something if I said it out loud.

"Why the hell did you come back?" He asked, "If you hate me so bad- if you hate this... Then why are you still here? You could've left and never came back."

I paused, and my eyes widened, why did I come back? I couldn't remember what happened after he was torturing me... but how did I get back here?

"Right. Of course, you don't remember," he said, rolling his eyes. It seemed like he was standing up to leave but I grabbed him suddenly. He looked down at me and I let go of him immediately.

"What?" He asked harshly and I looked away from him. "W-when he took me...he said that he r-realized why you were so interested in me. That... I wasn't human. And I can't r-remember what happened..."

"You don't have to remember, that's useless information." He said pinching the bridge of his nose, "Ugh, he talks too fucking much." He mumbled.

"I seen myself, I looked like you," I said quietly.

"You didn't see anything. You were just imagining things because you were exhausted and scared. Nod if you got that?"

I nodded slowly and he sighed and buried his face in his hands, "You're exhausting me, Isabella."

My eyes widened, it felt like my mind was filling up with flashbacks that I can't even remember happening. It was just like before with that little girl, it seemed like memories that weren't mine, except this time it looked exactly like me. My head started pounding even more than before, it almost felt like it was splitting in two.

Why did I have memories of myself being soaked in blood and killing people? Does that mean what they were saying was true... No, it cant be...I couldn't do that.

"Isabella... What's wrong?" He asked, frowning at me. I looked up at him but I could barely see him because my eyes were so blurry. Was I going to faint again?

What the hell was happening to me?

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I'm listening to music while proofreading this bc I read this book like 10 time already. Comment some music.