Last Call
Description
an excerpt from the prologue
She was around five foot, pale skin and sunken cheeks. Her eyes were rimmed with dark black bruises, mixed with the dark circles of insomnia. The female’s hair hung limply from her head, cascading down to her lower back, some strands stuck together from the congealed blood, a result from a wound on her scalp. Purple – black bruises littered the skin that just seemed to hang from her bones, blood stains on various patches of bare skin. She was barefoot, and was draped in a jacket that engulfed her thin body, hanging down to her thighs. The female opened to speak, wincing as the cut on her lip opened again from the force.
“Can I use your phone?” She croaked out, voice hoarse and shaky as her thin arms wrapped around her body, fingers clutching tightly to the jacket.
Foreword
hey guys! this is aespathetic, coming to you live from a fic that I will update for about a month and leave it sitting for five! I'm trying my hardest, honestly. I think I'm getting back on the grind. Please excise the first few chapters, as I think my writing has definitely improved from then! So please, enjoy, leave a comment of what you like / don't like, constructive criticisim is always welcome here in the Haus of Pathetic! Unlike other authors, I don't have any other fics to promote to you so I hope you have a lovely day / afternoon / night and happy reading, whatever it may be!
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