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She stumbled again, sure that a couple of ribs were broken, possibly her arm, possibly her spirit. She staggered the streets tying to find that safe haven she was adamant was around somewhere near. Everything looked familiar; everything seemed so close to home.
Four long months it had been since she was taken, four months since he had declared his love, four months since she had declared hers, four months since she had broken it off with another, four months since she had felt the darkness take over her.
A trickle of blood ran down her face, catching on her eyelashes, she knew she was bleeding pretty heavy from her head but hadn't seen a mirror in a couple of days so she didn't know what state she would turn up at this haven in. The only thing she could be certain about was that it was not good.
She tripped again, tripped over her feet as her head felt hazy, she tripped and fell this time, coming in to contact with the floor, falling into the shadows made by the minimal street lights on the roads. It was late, shadows were screaming everywhere.
The shadows scared her now, having been kept in one for the most part of four months, she found that when she was alone they no longer carried a mystery of thoughts, a place where you could think about things. Now the shadows screamed, and took a bit of her every time.
She got up on her feet, dusted her clothes off and carried on her walk, every time she noticed someone she took the call of the screaming shadows and hid; there was only one person she wanted to see; only person she knew she could trust in this area.
She turned into a new street, she froze as a police car turned into the other end, she sunk down, hidden from view, she stayed there long after the car was gone, scared to move, immobilised by fear, paralysed by tears as they fled.
She picked herself up and walked to the end of the road, looking both ways she appreciated the loneliness of the streets, she limped across the road and paused gathering her breath the best she could, taking acknowledgement that something was wrong with her internally.
Her wounds would have to wait, she needed that safe haven, she needed that person, the person that would help bring her world back to her, help her get out of this mess, help her to the best of their ability.
Looking around she saw the road signs, noticing one from a past trip she took it, she walked as steady as her legs would take her, then they failed, more tears, more fears, she composed herself she wasn't safe out here, she needed that safety.
Picking herself up yet again she struggled and turned into yet another road, still no one around, thankfully, she took another road and saw it. The feeling of security flooded her aching body, she took it and walked the best she could, it was staggered and slow but she kept going.
Reaching the outside she turned to the gate, grabbed the fence she stabled herself once again, the door in front of her, the one she had been praying to see was the door that would bring her home, the door that would bring her everything she had four months ago.
As she went to knock she panicked, what if her safe haven wasn't here anymore. She batted the fear away. She went to knock again, what if their lives had changed. They had moved on? She reassured herself it was four months; they wouldn't give up that fast.
She finally knocked, a slow weak knock, the knock radiated new pains throughout her arm and chest but it had to be done, she had no perception of time but her safe haven was bound to help. They had stressed and reassured countless times.
She saw a light as it came on, and yet panicked again, she wiped some more blood away, the headache intensifying more, the dizziness increasing, the light-headedness making her sway. Not long now, not long she kept saying, she heard the lock change.
The light that flooded out was dramatically worsened due to the head injury, both women stood completely frozen as though their feet were now well and truly glued to the floor. She grabbed the door frame to stay up right but felt everything becoming too much.
'Penelope?' Fran Morgan grasped.
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A/N: Okay so I have many stories but with my revision I wanted some different stories to flitter between... so I started this!
R&R would be great! Let me know what you think.