Dead Words

Dead Words

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||A reflection on life|| Him: I feel sick of everything. Sick of being trapped in the grey, dysfunctional facade called 'society.' Sick of having to go through the same robotic routines like clockwork toys. Sick of being at fault all the time. Sick of the fact that everything is so voidly predictable. Sick of being in denial with reality. Her: I just don't understand it: is criticism and hatred the only thing people grow from? Everything went ugly and the colors just faded out. I remember it being so preversely attractive a few years back. Was that just an illusion? Reality: Avoiding me won't save you, neither will confronting. You all have the same problems; your soul's essence is what defines you. You think it's you against the world, but it's only you against yourself. Fate: You make mistakes, you fall to pieces, you face failure, you spend sleepless nights going over scenarios: because you're human. And humans are meant to love each other. The ones who break stitches and mend bonds. ...................
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He was her rock, her best friend, her first love. He became her worst nightmare, her tormentor, her captor She was his everything. His obsession. Their story should have ended with that court case, but he's found a way back to her, and he won't give her another opportunity to escape. Not this time. ------------------------------------------- Shivering, I sobbed out, unable to speak, unable to move. "Shh, shh, now baby-girl, it's alright, you're safe, don't cry" he soothed, moving closer to me. "N-Noah, I w-want to go home," I sobbed, feeling weak from my inability to talk without stuttering. A gasp left my parted lips as his hand forcefully connected with my cheek, "You are home, so I don't want to hear that crap from you, okay?" shaking, I looked down at my feet, his gaze too menacing to hold. "I said, do you understand" he spit through clenched teeth, "y-yes, I'm sorry" I whispered, a new wave of tears making their appearance. "Good girl, now I need you to keep being a good girl, okay?" nodding, my eyes met his dark ones. His form towered over me, making me feel small and irrelevant. "Words, Embry!" He demanded as I stuttered out a quiet yes. I studied him cautiously as he walked towards the far end of the room, shuffling through drawers before stalking back towards me and crouching down. I sucked in a breath as I saw the knife in his hand, his face held a mischievous grin as it glinted in the light. "Now baby-girl, you see, as much as I hate to, you need to be punished, do you know why?" Warning! This story is for mature audience, it contains strong language, abuse, mature themes and sensitive topics. Please enjoy, -Aphrodite.

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