Shattered Memories Cheryl ✭ «Proven»

Inside, the halls were a maze of lockers and lockers and lockers, all slamming open and shut in a rhythm that matched her panicked heartbeat. She walked, hands outstretched, until she reached a classroom. Chalk dust hung in the air. On the blackboard, in looping, childish script, someone had written: DADDY LOVES YOU .

But she didn’t wake. Instead, the walls began to bleed. Not blood—something darker. Ink. It poured from the seams, pooling at her feet, and in its reflection she saw not her own face, but another’s. A little girl with dirty pigtails and hollow eyes. A girl who was her and wasn’t her. shattered memories cheryl

She saw a woman. Scared. Flawed. But still standing. Inside, the halls were a maze of lockers