❝Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn into poetry. All the blood was never once beautiful, it was just red.❞
A story of a half breed, half human half demon, that walked the earth hated. She learned of selfishness and blood lust far soo...
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In the darkness of the night, the girl found herself ensnared in the clutches of a nightmare that haunted her every thought and shadowed her waking hours. It was a nightmare born from the depths of her past, a past filled with captivity and torment, from which she had fought so hard to escape.
In her nightmare, she was once again trapped in the suffocating confines of that hellish basement again, the air heavy with the stench of fear and despair. No matter how hard she struggled, she could not break free from the chains that bound her, their cold metal biting into her flesh with every futile attempt to escape. Her ankle bruised and red from her constant pulling and clawing at the metal. No matter how many rocks she hit on it or how much she clawed at the skin and metal it never loosened.
But as she fought to free herself from the physical restraints of her nightmare, she found herself ensnared in a whole new kind of prison – the prison of expectations and standards placed upon her by her superiors.
In her waking life, she had found freedom from her captor's grasp, but she felt shackled by the expectations of those around her. They whispered their judgments and criticisms, their voices echoing in her mind like a chorus of condemnation.
She tried to break free from the suffocating weight of their expectations, to carve out a path of her own choosing, but the chains of life or death held her fast, binding her to a life she did not want.
In her nightmare, she was trapped between two worlds – the world of captivity from which she had escaped, and the world of freedom that still eluded her grasp. And as she tossed and turned in the darkness, tormented by the echoes of her past and the pressures of her present, she longed for the day when she would finally find true liberation, both from the nightmares that haunted her and the expectations that bound her.
As the night wore on, the girl's nightmare grew darker, the shadows of her past intertwining with the suffocating weight of societal expectations. She felt as though she were drowning in a sea of judgment, her every move scrutinized, her every decision questioned.
In her dream, she tried to scream for help, to break free from the suffocating grip of her nightmares, but her voice was lost in the abyss of her own fears and insecurities. She felt as though she were suffocating, trapped in a cycle of self-doubt and despair.
But even in the darkest depths of her nightmare, a glimmer of hope flickered within her. She remembered the strength and resilience that had carried her through her darkest days, the courage that had propelled her to break free from her captor's grasp. The beteyal of her old friend, the looks of hatred she got, the fear, she held it all.
