In the realm of Hekat's world, days drip with shadows deeper than the darkest night, where every ray of sun seems to retreat in reverence. Evading the public gaze has become a skill tantamount to magic, a shield she wields against an unwelcome tide...
From the tender cocoon of youth, I've wielded my pen, inscribing thoughts and dreams upon parchment. Yet, these creations remained hidden, cloaked in the shadows of my own uncertainty, an orchestra of words silenced by the fear of rejection.
But hold onto your seats, for in a triumphant twist, the curtain of hesitation has fallen. Ladies and gentlemen, brace yourselves, for I've finally gathered the scattered pieces of my courage and leaped headlong into the abyss of vulnerability.
The pages that once held my whispered musings are now unfurled, revealing a symphony of tales. This is my anthem to embracing fears, a declaration that the quivers of doubt shall not silence me any longer.
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I guess it's a human courtesy to give credit to someone who brings me here. So here we go-
" my brother. Your presence has been my constant lighthouse, guiding me through life's ebbs and flows. To you, dear baby brother, these words dance on the winds of love."
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In the clutches of that malevolent abyss, hands emerged like creeping shadows, insidiously wrenching away the tattered remnants of innocence that clung to me. Amidst the enveloping darkness, my voice was a forlorn plea, a symphony of screams that echoed without finding a sympathetic ear. How can the world be so silent when darkness becomes a monstrous choir?
"I... I... I can..ca...ca...can't breathe, PLEASE GET ME OUT OF HERE," stuttered my voice, a feeble plea carried by the winds of desperation. Amidst the encroaching horrors, my words faltered like fragile petals, unable to shield me from the looming nightmare.
Then, a whisper, a cold balm on raw wounds, "Shh shh sh, nothing will happen, just keep this pretty mouth of yours shut and leave everything on me." The voice, like a devil's lullaby, promised false sanctuary. Laid bare, I was, as they enacted their cruel symphony upon my being. My tears traced the path of their torment, etching a painful chronicle of the agony endured.
Yet, the universe remained deaf, locked behind an impenetrable barrier. The tears were silent witnesses, unheeded by the world that chose to avert its gaze. In this realm of suffering, cries transformed into echoes, fading unheard, an invisible chorus of despair.
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Amidst the grip of my daily terror, I jolted awake, my body drenched in sweat and gasping for breath, as if I'd just completed a marathon, despite never having set foot in a gym. The pitch-black room surrounded me, and my focus locked onto the ominous red hue of my alarm clock that tauntingly displayed half-past four.
Heavens above, when was the last time I was able to sleep past the break of dawn? By the stars, I'd barter my very soul for a single night of undisturbed slumber.
"AHH, new day, new life, how ridiculous," I muttered, my laughter carrying a dark edge. If only life were that simple, devoid of the brutalities that stained the world.
Even after fully awakening, my limbs seemed to conspire against me, reluctant to move. "Fucking hell, why does it feel like a truck flattened me? How am I supposed to drag myself to college if I can't even stand upright?"
With a symphony of groans, I extricated myself from the bed's clutches and shuffled to the cramped bathroom. Four by four, its minimalism was a silver lining - a toilet seat nestled in one corner, a basin and mirror in the other, and a functional shower, which was a blessing in itself. I chuckled at my solitude. At least I didn't have to share this space with anyone else.
Post-refreshment and a cup of coffee, I was as prepared for the day as I could be. Observing the colossal clock on my bedroom's right wall, I noted that it was 7:45. My classes wouldn't commence until nine, affording me a significant chunk of time. Most people would relish the freedom, but for me, it felt like standing at the precipice of anxiety, daring it to consume me.
With a sigh, I turned on the television, only to be greeted by the sight of a gruesome murder case. "Near ONE-SHOT nightclub at around 1:00 AM, a very brutal murder has taken place. The identity of the victim remains unknown... police are scrambling to identify the victim so that his family can be notified. According to our sources, the murder weapon was a broken bottle, and the assailant meticulously inflicted wounds on every inch of the victim's body, as if harboring a profound hatred. The most horrifying injury was to the victim's private parts, completely mutilated..." The news anchor's voice trailed off, leaving a chilling aura in its wake.
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