LIZARD
Preface
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She took a deep breath.
The pain wasn't half as bad as she expected. It resulted to be more like an ubearable sting,really.
What a tidious thing to do.
Having seen so many wrecked girls at the family house she had been living in, she thought cutting was supposed to be some kind of a relief.
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Alright.
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That was barely a pair of scratches, but she wasn't on any suicidal mission.
Not yet.
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Being fifteen and homeless sucked.
But at least it gave her freedom.
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Mara had never been able to explain to herself how, but she had always felt the need to evade. Four walls of a dormitory had always been so restricting to her. The longer it passed, the more she felt like suffocating, smashed in between them.
But now, it had been a week she'd been away from those things she would now call comforting. A bed, a meal. She couldn't remember how many hours had passed without touching any food.
Pride, though, was too much to allow her to go back.
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So there she was, hungry and dirty. Curled up in a corner of a street in Mystic.. Falls?
What a name for a town.
She was sure it could suit her just right.
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A sudden blow of ice cold wind pierced through her bones shaking her body uncontrollably.
What a genius escapes a boarding house in the middle of November in pj shorts? Her, of course.
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Mara tried to cover up as much skin as possible with her long wavy brown locks, while chanting some lullaby she wasn't really sure she had ever actually learned.
The pain of coldness and blood buzzed her ,in the back of her mind.
But she would be strong.
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Meanwhile, the pitch black of the night gave Damon Salvatore a lot to ponder about.
He hadn't been able to sleep.
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Although Elena was safe and sound in his bedroom, all he could think about was that it had been too quiet for too long.
Paranoid much?
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But that's what their lives had always been like: a continuous fight. And masochistically he was unconsciously searching for troubles that night.
He could have sat in the parlor, sipping his favorite Whiskey and staring at the flames of the ancient fireplace.
But hey. In the name of Damon Salvatore, being in that very place that exact time was just going to change his life for good.
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The little girl's laughters chanted in the stillness of the endless garden and warmed Elena's heart.
She just was mesmerized by this mysterious child who would never turn around and face her.
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Deep down Elena knew she had to follow this little stranger and find out where she was headed.
Then there was a sudden change of scenario.
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She was brought right in front of a labyrinth.
The weather was getting worse in a surreal way, making Elena jump at the sound of the impending thunderstorm.
Gazing around, she realized the child had disappeared, and an unexplicable sense of angst hit her.
Just when she was beginning to panic, she heard the echo of the laughs once again, coming from the inside of the massive labyrinth made of massive bushes and majestic trees.
She threw herself into the unknown, and in a matter of seconds, she felt herself fall into the black.