There's yet to come and the death I been through, the horrors in which I face..more confusion I ever face.
My grandmother killed everyone my loves ones, why won't she stop? Why does she want me so bad?
I was born an half demon learning how to control the little power that I have. I blame myself from killing my sister. I blame myself as a little having nightmares because Delilah haunted me dearly.
The broken dreams I suffered from, the pain and misery I've been through, my experiences with the dead.
Do I even have a soul? Am I even counted as a human anymore?
If killing me will make you happy why haunt me? Why come after me everyday and night?
Clawing, grieving, craving for me like a popular drug, why not just let everyone go and take me instead?
Make them all suffer for immortality, I rather died a horrible faith then watch you corrupt everything and everyone.
I feel sorry for you, I pity your actions, I hate that your so hateful,
Suffrage is a crime, pain is guilt and I hate myself more than I hate you.
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Mystery / Thriller15 year old Yasmin start having dreams about women who want to take over her body. When she finally gets her she tries to make her kill the ones she loves the most.
