No one ever told me life was easy, and I never expected the up-coming life I had could be so difficult. What's worse is that I don't understand anything on this filthy planet. Friendship, relationship, family...what's all of that? It never made sense. How do people make you happy? They never made me happy, not even the slightest smile. Not even once. In my perspective, people are rude, loud, annoying and cold-blooded savages. You think I'm one of them? Well I'm not, Im a young demon girl.
A freak, of what society had called me. I never did a thing to them, and look what they did to me. What was completely incorrect about me was that I was alive, I'm living, moving, breathing, anything...
Yea I did a little self-harm once in a while. What's so bad about that? I get so stressed or depressed and it just kinda happens.
Then once again
They hurt me for the last time.
I did the next best thing. Found a decently high spot outside and jumped like nothing could go wrong.
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Authors note:
I love to hurt my characters so I'm sorry about this chapter. A̶l̶s̶o̶ i̶m̶ s̶o̶r̶r̶y̶ i̶f̶ i̶ d̶o̶n̶t̶ p̶o̶s̶t̶ s̶o̶o̶n̶ e̶n̶o̶u̶g̶h̶, i̶ d̶o̶n̶t̶ w̶r̶i̶t̶e̶ s̶t̶o̶r̶i̶e̶s̶ m̶u̶c̶h̶. (If I type weird, srry)
N̶o̶w̶ h̶a̶v̶e̶ a̶ g̶o̶o̶d̶ d̶a̶y̶! o̶r̶ g̶o̶o̶d̶ n̶i̶g̶h̶t̶ i̶f̶ y̶o̶u̶r̶ r̶e̶a̶d̶i̶n̶g̶ a̶t̶ n̶i̶g̶h̶t̶ t̶i̶m̶e̶!
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Echoes of BloodCest(Creepypasta suicidal love story)
FantasyA young girl, demon girl, by the age of 15, has no clue what it feels like to have friends. She's always the odd one out for her skin color. Her skin was pale white. And the add on scars made her seem horrific. One faithful day, she met someone. She...
