It was a wonderful day when it happened, the unthinkable, the unexpected, and the horrible. This is the day my soul was viciously torn out of my unsuspecting body, thrown into the pits of Hell and spat back out again, then tortured till my soul itself screamed out in pain like a wraith being torn to pieces. This friend was the day I died, sort of. You see it does not make sense how I woke up one day craving, thirsting even for the pain of others, however, if I start here my story will not make sense... so let me me take you back, way back before the torturing pain to when i was a semi normal school girl. Get ready, get prepare, get tucked up in blankets 'cause you are going to be taken on the wildest ride of your life.
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Death on the breath of wing
ParanormalThe first book that I wrote on this website. It is probably not the best of my books.
