Sorry for not updating, again, I am very busy. Thanks for all the reads! I got some character profiles from my friends so I'm accepting some from you guys too, just post them in the comments. Thanks.
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A cold voice rings through the room, piercing my eardrums like tiny knives. The words would be comforting and motherly if it weren't for the sharp tone, full of hatred. I shift uncomfortably on the cold metal bed. From the squeaking wheels, I'm guessing it's an old hospital bed. Oh God, it's freezing. That woman's voice doesn't exactly make the place feel any warmer, like any mothers should. Like mine. Well, that doesn't matter any more. She's gone. And she isn't coming back. She loved me. Who would love a piece of filth like you? My mom. Ha! So she just left you because she loved you, did she? It wasn't her choice! Mmm.. You think she wanted to be brought into a house full of druggies, alcoholics and mentally insane people?! Well she's with her own kind now. It's like dogs, they get lonely by themselves. How dare you?! I mean, you've kind of followed in her footsteps, sooo.... What do you mean? Are you serious? You're having a conversation with yourself. Mmm.... During this conversation, I didn't notice the woman stagger over to me. Uneven steps are nearing towards me. She draws in a rattling breath and I can feel her hovering beside my ear. My eyes are clamped shut, I don't really want to see her face. A tickley whisper brushes against the side of my face.
"You're OK now. Your mama doesn't love you, but I will care for you better........You filthy piece of scum. Living off bins, you shouldn't be here, you're a disgrace to human kind. I'll look after you darling, you poor pet," she muttered. She is definitely insane. Extreme mode. Going from this loving, motherly figure to this foul creature who hates and discriminates. I can't take it any longer. I pull my eyelids apart to find myself nose to nose with this horrific woman, if you could call her that. She's hardly human? Her eyes are light and watery, with tiny pupils, so dark that the contrast is creepy. Her lips are curved into a wicked smile. The black, crimped hair puffs out, framing her pale face. I gasp in horror. She looks slightly offended at my scared face. I try to cover it up by barking out a heavy cough. She pulls back, looking at me like I'm a filthy insect. Now it's my turn to look offended.
"Oh you're sick, I'll take care of you," she croons at me while walking away to a cupboard. She strides back with a spoonful of a thick, dark liquid. My lips are parted slightly, and it takes too long for me to close them again. I swallow it. It tastes like nail varnish smells. Once more, I plunge into a world of darkness.
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Le fin of chapter 2. I kinda got the idea of the conscience talking from the story "Insane for You" by Merome (Which is AMAZING, go check it out) so I must give credit to her. I ain't stealing the idea though, so plz don't kill meh! Therefore, I must dedicate this story to Merome, my favourite author. Anyhoo, I'm off. Bai
~Niamh x
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HorrorAustin Blaker, a 14 year old girl living rough, is kidnapped by a psychotic woman and brought to an abandoned asylum. She must find a way out for herself and the other people also kept captive.
