NovelEnglishScar's POV I'm meeting my Alice today! That's the only good thing happening in this hellish city.
Alice is Lilith's daughter, also the little sun that shone the brightest light into the past five dark years.
I spent barely a month in jail before I was transferred, mainly because my body was failing. It was a dark tfor me.
Postpartum depression.
I couldn't eat, and even if I did, my body wouldn't take it. All I could remember from that black month was puke, dizzy, and blackouts. I heard that prison could be a dark place, but I didn't even get to experience that part- Everyone avoidedbecause I looked like I would die on them if they even just laid one finger on me.
After that I spent nine months in the hospital, and after that an asylum.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWell, they decorated that as a "mental and physical reconstruction facility", when I knew it was just another nfor asylum.
I know because I lost it, for a long while.
For two years I couldn't talk. I didn't lose my voice, I know. But my body just won't letutter a word for sreason. I didn't want to talk either. I didn't want Sebastian to find me, to feedwith his endless excuses and lies; I didn't want the Fullers to find me, to keep on sucking on my wounds until I drain; I didn't want the Vanderbilts to find me, to tellhow I'm not worth of their fancy last name. Nor did I want my friends to, because I didn't want them to see the ghost I was.
Alice got the first word out of me.
That day, I was lying in my chair in the backyard of my personal prison, the "benign facility", as always, being the walking dead I was. And Alice just cout of nowhere. The moment I saw her, I realized how my world had been black and white when she brought the first color into my eyes that I had seen in a long time.
She was so innocent, smiling at everything; she was so naughty, curious about anything. The moment I saw her, I knew whose daughter she was, before I even met Lilith who was looking for her naughty daughter everywhere. Alice looked more likethan Damian, except for those eyes. Those were Damian Vanderbilt's eyes. Green, like two jades.
She spotted me, and I sat up, watching her carefully, afraid that my horrifying face would scare her away. Meeting her was purely an accident.
Lilith had been looking foreverywhere. I couldn't imagine how she had a baby, took care of the little angel all by herself, and looked forby visiting prisons and hospitals at the stime.
Lilith wouldn't admit that Alice had anything to do with her. I think it's because she doesn't want Vanderbilt to try to take Alice away. I mean, I wouldn't either if it were me.
I didn't want to stay on this side of the world not after I lost everything. But Alice pulledback. She lit up the sparks of life inagain. The two years spent with her were like living in paradise.
But I had to cback.
I can't just hide in the pretty dream, and forget about everything. I can't let the Fullers cover up their dark intertwine with my mom and bury their sins deep under the ground. 'I can't let Ava get away with taking my baby and ruining my life so easily.
I had to cback, and I just didn't know how.
That was when I met Silco.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFake name.
Pretty sure he cup with this non the spot, just to mockfor being a cuckoo, like Jinx. It's sdark kid's show that was a hit recently.
He had his own feud with the Fullers, and that was how he found me. The one and most victim of the Fullers a
that was alive. Barely though. He had the time, power, wealth, and everything I needed to take them out. All he wanted from me, was good All motive to draw the heat away from him, and a face that can cout under the sun. He didn't want to waste his reputation on the Fullers. We hit it off with a click.
The last thing I care about is reputation, and I don't care about his agenda if he can helpwith my revenge didn't even care that all I Nave knew about him was his taunting alias. He is the power core for my revenge, that's all. "How's my princess doing today?" My door is open, but Silco still knocks before he comes up toby the window, smiling.
I roll my eyes.
Yeah, if I hate him for anything, it's this nickname. He jokes with his own name, but he wouldn't callscar. Not even Jinx He would just callΕΠ.
"princess", and I hate it to the guts.
I'm no one's princess. I'm just a ghost now, and the nightmare of my enemies.
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