#n;about

Last night was a complete mess, her whole shop was just plainly trashed by an unknown figure--or well--a spirit. Nothing made sense and there were far too many questions running through her mind.

Who was that?

Why on earth did they try to harm her?

Something was sure though, Natalya did not want to leave her bed or move. She was scared, scared that the spirit might attack her once again.  Frightened that whatever she had done to anger them would happen again leading them to attack her once again.

Though just to make this day even ‘better’ her head was thumping loudly feeling as if any second now she was going to explode. ‘I need..painkillers..’’ the girl quietly told herself as she lazily and weakly began to stand up, she felt highly drowzy and her vision was nothing more than a blur that she had no idea how she’d manage to get to the bathroom. She was holding herself up by leaning against the walls, her breathing heavy and intense, every breath she’d take in would end up sounding raspy and almost painful.

With a shaky and trembling body she tried to reach over for the shelf wanting to take the box of painkillers but in the end all she’d do was completely black out.

However.

Instead of falling flat to the ground she stood in place, a quirked brow as she looked at herself in the mirror with her head tipped to the side.

‘My my, my child, what is going on with you?’

The deep masculne voice spoke and by now it was highly clear that Natalya wasn’t herself.

Natalya--or rather--whoever took over her body began to rummage around the bathroom, searching for something that could work as a sharpie. For some reason they wanted to leave a message for when they’d return the girl her consciousness and her body.

Finding nothing more but some lipstick they began to write on the mirror, a smile gracing Natalyas---their lips as they did so.

‘You’ll be find my child, life will get better soon I promise.’

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Minutes later Natalya regained her consciousness, blinking as she looked around oddly enough all the thumping inside her head gone by now. Having no idea what had just happend she was left yawning and brushing some of her hair back.

I guess I just fell asleep...in the..bathroom..?

The idea alone made her laugh raising her gaze to look into the mirror, her smile soon faded as she read a note written onto her mirror.

When things get hard and you’re in danger, I’ll be there to protect you. Don’t worry about anything you don’t have to know about my existance. All you need to know is that I’ll always be there to save your life.

-- Dad.

With shock she immediately turned around, wide eyes searching for the unfamiliar figure who had left the message inside her bathroom. It didn’t take long for her to rush out of the room and run around the apartment calling for the person who signed as her father.

Everything was so out of place, nothing felt real, how and when on earth did he show up at her apartment? How did he know where she even lived? Who even is he?

‘’Dad?? Dad!? Daad!?’’ the girl kept calling around the empty rooms in hopes that someone would answer her but there was no reply and all she’d get in return was just plain silence.

Little did she know that after her fathers death, his killer being his own son and Natalya’s beloved brother, for all the wrongs he had done in life and for never being there for her he sealed his spirit inside of her promising himself to protect his daughter whenever she was in danger.

Oddly enough today had been a good day, Natalya was fully able to control herself and keep her anxiety under control and not to mention the sales today did extreamly well. Things were slowly getting better and bit by bit she maybe wouldn’t have to force herself into the modeling world once again for some extra money.

After proudly counting todays income with a smile she placed it inside her purse, everything was perfectly in it’s place, the back door was locked and she was ready to grab her jacket and turn off the lights for her to head back home, after all she promised her viewers an allnight stream going from midnight up to till she was going to knock out and not to mention she finally had new outfits to show off with her Vi interpretations. Just like she thought ‘Highschool Girl’ and ‘Plain tanktop casual’ Vi were getting highly boring to see during each stream so she wanted to step up her game and become the character even more.

Now that everything was ready, just as she was about to turn off the lights a loud crash could be heard making her jolt up by surprise and quickly turn towards the direction the sound came from. Blinking in pure confusion the only thing she could find was a vase shattered to the ground ‘...Weird..’ the girl quietly thought to herself, she was sure that anything fragile was placed to the ground exactly to avoid it falling and breaking. For a moment she just shrugged with a sigh telling herself that maybe she forgot to take down that particular one.

However that wasn’t the case at all.

Her thoughts quickly disappeard the moment an object flew just inches past her shattering against the wall causing her to freak out and jump, stumbling off to the side in fear.

What on earth was going on? Was someone there? How...How even since she didn’t hear anyone enter the shop? Not to mention, noone was seen around.

Books were falling off the shelves, glass breaking into a thousand pieces on the ground and just to have her freak out even more one of the shelves managed to fall to the ground nearly landing ontop of her.

Now with tears streaming down her cheeks Natalya had no clue what was going on, or more likely, she didn’t want to know what was going on. She was shaking stumbling over the objects as she tried to avoid any that were daring to try and hit her, it was almost as if her whole shop was just targeting her aiming to hurt her in a way or another.

This can’t be happening..not again..not today..not now..please...please stop...

The moment she tripped she was quick to scurry under her desk gasping for breath as right now there was no way at all to have her calm down, there was no way at all that she could calm down as objects kept shattering against the ground making loud crashing noises from each and every side around her. Just crying in fear she found herself curled up completely, hands over her head to try and protect herself.

This was supposed to be her safe spot, her comfort zone, why did they have to attack her here out of all the places? Why her? What on earth did she do?

Natalya began to beg under her breath, crying for them to please go away and leave her and the shop alone but the only reply she got in return was a vase crashing right next to where she was hiding making her scream and jolt up only for her to hit her head against the counter. Whimpering now in both pain and fear, her breathing was heavy and there was no way for her to breathe properly, she was left curled up hiding under the counter like a trembling and crying mess.

Why can’t I have a normal life.

Why did you have to curse me with this sort of gift.

All I’ve ever wanted was to be normal like everyone around me.

I hate this gift. I hate these visions. I hate everything that I’ve become.

Silently she kept repeating to herself in-between sobs, praying that this would all come to an end soon. ‘’Please just leave me alone..all I’ve ever wanted was to have a normal life..please please please leave me and the shop alone I’m begging you..’’

I would highly appreciate it if you would...stop coming to me after every murder you have to research about.  I know you’re trying to put my abilities to great use and have justice for the victims but I feel like sometimes you forget about how much these visions trigger me.

Other than that, I also can’t assure you that I’ve seen every single crime scene. Sometimes I just want to forget what I’ve seen and pretend that it never happend because of how horrifying these things are.

Selfish? I know...I know I can help you catch many disgusting criminals but still, you can’t expect me to always co-operate with you and know everything.

The thing is, you come, expect me to tell you what you need and then just leave and when I don’t have what you need you get frustrated with me. I can’t see everything, I don’t know everything...can’t we just stick to me calling you when I surely know something?

It’s frustrating to have you knocking at my door during the evening..

Sincearly.