From The Depth of Nigeria

From The Depth of Nigeria

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What is life? Why should I continue to fight the emptiness that's about to devour me. No one cares anymore. My only chance of escape is the tiny little razor on the table, all I have to do is slice my wrist. The cut wouldn't be big, just a tiny slice. It's time to end it. I couldn't fight it anymore, so I picked up the razor and closed my eyes. I held my breath as the razor made contact with my skin. I couldn't stop, I just couldn't. I haven't felt so alive in a while. I watched the blood flow from my wrist, dripping into the bowl I placed around me. I laughed for the first time in a long while, a genuine one this time. Death was close. I could feel it, freedom is near. I would finally be at peace. Death has a way of bringing back memories and I want to share mine with you. My story is a tale of pain,love and friendship. It all started in Nigeria.
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They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

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