She may live forever and be invincible to death itself... However every night at 10:57 precisely she will relive her death over and over again until the minute is up.

Aurora woke up in cold sweat. Her sheets were torn into shreds and blood had turned the covers into a deep crimson. She sat up and shivered, wrapping her arms around her chest.

She clutched her neck quickly. The cut had vanished, just like it always did but the dried blood still remained.

Aurora systematically collected her stained sheets and threw them into the hamper. She then leaned against the wall in exhaustion. Aurora slid down slowly, before hitting the floor.

A hundred and seventy two years of dying was never meant to be easy.

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Just like the night before Aurora prepared her bed, putting extra sheets on in case the blood soaked through.

She then proceeded to lie down and looked to the side, at her small clock on the bedside table. It ticked slowly, as she waited for the long hand to point to the minute she dreaded most, 57; particularly at the time of ten o'clock at night.

Thinking back, Aurora lay soundlessly, allowing her past to take over.

She could feel the cold wind on her back from that fateful day. The day she was tortured until there was no blood left to bleed and no secrets left to be spilt. Aurora was condemned for her actions against the Faeries of Shlitzton. She admitted it after hours of being beaten senseless, figuring death would do her more good.

Aurora knew she was foolish to even think about them let alone sneak into their realm and demand of eternal life. Thinking of how foolish she was, she lay with bated breath. Oh the irony!

She heard her alarm sound off and immediately afterwards blood started to drip down onto her chest and searing pain was found at her neck. Despite the numerous times she had witnessed this, she still clutched at her throat willing for the pain to stop.

The clocks hand ticked, indicating the second. Tick, tick. It had only been five seconds, but Aurora's screams were already coming loose in the silent room.

Aurora thought she almost died when she heard the old brass door knob slowly turn, while mid way through scream...

a/n: Kind of a writing prompt... Oh well! If someone does bother to make a story please @ me. I would love to read it as a story but I'm lazy like that.