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⟡   a violet love story  ៸៸
꒰        ❛   past thoughts past time   ❜       ꒱

          ▌HER CHEST POUNDED WITH EACH STEP through the lanes. the new information about her bounty bounced in her head as she kept it low.

her eyes never left her feet as she navigated herself around her town. she watched the crowds past by, most of them on a high as they ingested shimmer into their body.

maeve was in disbelief, the fact people were so stupid to inject it all to feel something. she knew there were many other options, and honestly, she did most of them.

but she was disgusted when it came to shimmer. knowing the pain of it all.

after vi had abandoned both her and powder, maeve was more sick then ever. she was on the verge of loosing her life before a certain man came back around and saved her life.

silco.

the doctor silco brought her to was a man of darkness, both in his methods and his morals. he gave the orders to inject violent amounts of shimmer into her system. and maeve, a captive, became the test subject.

they expected something alot different when it came to her body taking it all in, but instead, maeve took it like a champ. the cuts that covered her body healed almost immediately, and her heart became stronger.

though the screams and pleads still echoed off those walls till this day. nothing scarred the girl more then seeing the large needle dive deep into her skin.

its like the shimmer was a forbidden medicine for the girl. silco was shocked when he saw it happen. from then on, maeve was his guinea pig.

months after months of tests and screams. but it was always the same reaction, maeve took it like it was made for her, like her very own drug.

but after awhile, maeve finally got sick of it. realising silco didn't keep her around because he wanted too, but because he needed to.

he craved the satisfaction of how maeve took everything, he craved the feeling of knowing he had maeve wrapped around his finger as he manipulated her into it all.

the day she finally took off, was the day all hell broke loose. silco wanted her dead, people hunting after her for months on months until they finally gave up.

maeve was isolated during the times she was with silco, stuck to one area of the whole building he had taken over. she had no idea the little girl she missed so dearly was only a few doors over.

after then, for the next 7 years, she learnt to do everything herself. she practiced her punches for hours at a time, she borrowed guns from an old friend and practiced until she could practically rip her fingers off due to how numb they were.

she found money, food, shelter, showers all by herself, no help by anyone except the small voices that sat in her head.

she had no idea where they had come from, or why they pop up and constantly want to torment the girl during her hardest moments.

she doesn't know who or what they are, she barely knows who she is. she knows nothing yet she knows everything, she grew up with nothing.

she was constantly told she would become nothing. so she became something, she found herself after she changed everything.

her eyes finally opened to see the reality of the world, and maeve had never been more relieved that she finally found herself after years of issues after issues after issues.

but when she found the brothel, everything went down hill. she started to sell herself, doing anything and everything to try and rack up some extra cash.

sure, her confidence blew up like crazy and she was getting the money she wanted, but she started to lose herself in her work. client after client after client for many hours of the day. she was working so hard that the owner even had to tell her to slow down.

maeve wasn't herself when she worked, she was someone different, she had a different name for each of her clients. going from rose to eve.

she felt alive, but she was cold and dead inside. she spiraled after awhile, she would get drunk, go to work and then pass out wherever she was crashing.

she's had many, many lows in her life. but maeve stayed strong throughout all of them. she was tough, alot tougher then anyone ever gave her credit for.

it had only been a year since maeve sorted her shit out. and now here she is, her shit fall down the hill once again, her head spiralling once again as she replayed her and vi's arguments in her head.

her own words bouncing off of the sides of her head. "fuck, i'm so stupid!" she shouted. quiet tears starting to fall down her face as she kicked over a tower of boxes, all of them falling down with a small bang.

she ran her hands down her face as she slid down the brick wall. her black jeans sitting against the damp floor as she just sobbed.

the tips of her hair were soaked as they popped form behind the hoodie. rain and tears mixed together against the smooth surface of her hair.

nothing could ever make her not regret the things she had done. but what maeve hadn't noticed, everything felt okay when she was with vi, as if everything disappeared from her mind.

they shared moments, they took care of eachother. they have ever since they were little, but now everythings changed and maeve is finally starting to truly get it through her head that she isn't who she thought she was.

the tough exterior broke off bit by bit while she was with vi, like her walls were finally being crashed down. until they got built right back up with every word the two of them spat.

but under all of that, she was still that little girl who enjoyed dancing in the rain, or creating new designs for clothes she wanted to make, or beating up mylo for blowing out her birthday candles.

she was the little girl who had to grow up to fast, and to say the least, she misses herself more then any other human being.

━𝓩𝑶𝑴𝑩𝑱𝑺 . . .
little deep dive into maeves past. i heart this chapter so bad even though its so sloppy, like half of it was just repeated over and over again in different words but WHATEVER !!!

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