I Stand Alone
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Ongoing13m
Last published Thu, Mar 16, 2017
I stand there holding my knife with the look of sheer horror on my parents face. I look at my hands and at the body of my dead sibling
"Honey what happened to you?" My mom said out of sheer fear.
"She's gone and there's nothing I can do about it..." I start laughing sadisticly
Then all of a sudden I have these burning pains in my hands
"What the hell?" I look at my hands and I see a symbol burning a hue of purple on my skin the symbol was an O with an X through it.
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This is where my story begins. I'm a sixteen year old girl with blond hair and blue eyes I live in Santa Cruise California with my family, I always had anger issues and I had a thirst for blood. I never knew how what happened but I was thrown into a whole new world and I have to learn to live with it.
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