Dedicated to my future platonic wifey! <3 Do I even need to explain this?

The cold, smooth, hardwood floor of her therapist's office rubs against her cheek painfully. Her head spins with thoughts and emotions long forgotten, yet resurfacing. Did she deserve what she had gotten? Did anyone deserve what had happened to her?

It was a decision only the gods could make.

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Black heels, little black dress and a black diamond necklace lay on Cinnamon for the first time in literally ever.

Her friends whoop and clap, all happy, proud, and a mix of other emotions that she's coming out of her shell. The girl who's eyes once held fear all the time now shone brightly, almost as if she knew she was the diamond in the midst of coal.

They enter the club happily, the neon lights and music blaring and beaming in their faces. The music beat through Cinnamon's heart, capturing her mind, her body, her soul, changing who she was slightly.

The music made her feel free. Invincible...almost.

Cinnamon swayed her hips slightly, her lack of true 'social experience' making her feel a bit uncomfortable. Sher shakes her head, her curly brown hair falling into place unto her shoulders.

"Tonight is about letting loose," She reassures herself. "Why not... 'give it a go' as my friends say?"

She bumps her hips from the right to the left. Then from the left to the right. She slowly raises her arms and swings her hips again.

Some of her friends at the bar clap. "Go Cinnamon, Go Cinnamon, Go Go Go Cinnamon!" They chant.

She laughs deliriously, the music and mass of people around her getting her drunker than any alcohol could.

She fully raises her arms and decides to commit, if she was going to let loose, she was going to let go of the rope that tethered her to her oversized hoodies.

Unfortunately for her, this decision might have been the worst she had made in her entire life.

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Only an hour, two drinks and about three hundred songs later, Cinnamon has not only let go of, but completely burned and slashed the rope. She's a new person, but of course, great things are only temporary.

A man comes up behind her, somebody she recognizes from college. She tries to remember, squinting her eyes and stopping her groove, but she can't quite put a finger on it.

He whispers something inaudible in her ear to which she smiles. He offers her his hand but she refuses, instead heading over to the bar to get another shot of...whatever she felt like getting.

Unbeknownst to her, a small growl emits itself from the mysterious man's throat. He stomps after her, a fake smile dancing upon his lips.

He was going to get her whether she liked it or not.