Fanfiction presented:
Between Point 75 and 145 A General/Hurt/Comfort BLEACH fanfic.


BP75A145__Ch_FiveA frightening experience, facing what one does not know. It could also be exhilarating. Or perhaps both. Which one will it be?BP75A145__Ch_Five
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Her eyes enlarged to sizes she never knew they were capable of. The overwhelming shock was to blame. She could not believe what her eyes showed her.
Virginia Dante Tacitus's apartment home was in flames.
Frankly speaking, so was the whole neighborhood.
Abigail could not believe the fire extended as far as the relatively old neighborhood where her brother and her sister and h


BP75A145__Ch_FourMany things can be expressed through a cry, but the question lies on whether you can hear it. What if I called you out in a busy street? Would you hear me there? If I yelled from across an empty room, would you hear me then? No, you wouldn't, because your attention is not on me, whether something else.BP75A145__Ch_Four
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Her head snapped up at hearing Maxwell's frantic voice break through her stupor, a flush blooming over her cheeks and her heart practically jumping against her rib cage. She felt corner for letting her mind wander over her thoughts.  


BP75A145__Ch_ThreeI can only watch as I get farther away from the place I called home.BP75A145__Ch_Three
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Her sisters voice enclosed about her, and she felt like she was suffocating all over. The strange sensation pulled her down, or more, like it was sucking the life out of her.
Whats happening to me?
Her insides began to feel hollow, her organs like tendrils twisting around one another, making knots after knots, making her feel sick. She would vomit, if she could, but nothing came up and it frustrated her. To add to her list of irrita


BP75A145__Ch_TwoWhen they grow you'll know. When I grow youre oblivious. We are deserving of an equal amount of your attention. And yet so cruelly you put us aside.BP75A145__Ch_Two
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The echoes evaded the empty space, and the girl was consumed with immeasurable agony as realization dawn over her again. Unwanted visions filled her mind and spots of the moments before sweep over all.
The fight...the screams....the hitting...the stairs...the push....
If only she held more control....If only she hadn't felt blind in the moment....If onl
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