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Exotic Drug

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abduction depression exofanfic fantasy forgiveness leader romance self-esteem

Immobile, weak and defenseless. That's how the drug made me feel.
"But without it, would I have been here right now...?"
But I beat it, because apparently I'm strong enough, because I was born to be an Exotic.
But can I beat my fear of feeling like that again? Can I beat the person who trapped me in it and has hurt me so bad, without giving in to these dark thoughts.
Without becoming a horrible person? Without changing into someone that isn't me...?
The day he looked into my eyes was the first day I was ever truly saved. My hero, my mate. He makes the good part of me stronger, he makes me something closer to happiness.
I'm not the too sweet, weak and depressed girl I used to be, now it's only a part of me, not my whole being.
But that part is still inside of me and it won't go away, no matter how hard I try. And sometimes it will come out and create chaos.

How can I help EXO-M and EXO-K to become one, -a reunited EXO- again if I can't even help myself? If I keep on telling others what to do without being able to do it myself, I'll become a hypocrite.
And then how could I ever achieve my destiny? The thing that keeps me trying and going. To be a good leader.
To be loved, respected and -if needed- even feared, without losing myself in the process?
"Mission impossible, you're accepted."All Rights Reserved

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Uncalled For Ride by chancewrites_09

"I...I don't know. All I know is I don't want this. I don't want to be on this journey." I close my eyes and let tears cast down on my cheeks. My shoulders are shaking. My stomach is knots. I can't believe this is happening. How...why is it to me? What did I do wrong? "Hey, it will be okay," I look up and glare at Kian or whoever his name was again. "How?" I narrow my eyes at him. "How will be okay?" He purses his lips making me glare at him even more. But no matter what, I can't pretend like I'm not breaking inside. The news hurts. I don't think I have ever hurt in my whole life. My mother's abandonment, I thought it hurt me beyond repair and scared me. But that was before I got to this point in life. I lower my head again, as I am overwhelmed again by my pitiful situation. God, I don't want to be on this ride. UPDATE: Every once a week.

In Shadows of Night by dstry0515

I woke to a sudden breeze invading the warmth from the heavy blanket that caressed my skin. Here, alone with my thoughts, the still, calm quiet in the atmosphere is almost painful. I feel suffocated in the clingy, static air. In quiet, still moments like these, I can almost feel Him. I don't know who "Him" is, but I can feel his presence. It's almost calming, especially on fearful, anxiety fueled nights. Usually, he was the strongest when I had a nightmare. The nightmares weren't as common now, but, right after everything happened, I was having them every night. I'd wake up and swear I was drenched in blood, my eyes and lips sticky, my nose filled with the smell of iron and fuel. After everything, that's when Him first came. From there, he just never left. I can usually sense when Him is near. Today, though, his presence is stronger. I can almost feel Him next to me, weighing down the mattress. Some nights, I roll over and imagine how he looks, envision his smile or the sparkle in his eyes. He's never there and I'm left clutching to the thought that he exists, staring into empty air. Tonight, though, I swear I can reach out and touch him. Extending my hand gently, I sweep my hand out into the darkness and meet an inexplicable warmth. A scream rips from my lungs as hands cover my face and two icy blue eyes stare back at me, daring me to speak again. A soft cloth caressed my nose and mouth before I felt myself fade into bed. All Rights Reserved. Contains graphic descriptions of violence and assault. Contains battle scene.

Echo of the Past by KiyuMiyuu

A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.

The unreachable mountain by Growened

"You're unbearable!" He kicks her with utter contempt. "Please tell me where I'm wrong, causing you discomfort was not my intention," she said crying, causing him to hit her against the ground again. "Do you think you can live with good intentions? Didn't you have all the time you wanted to change and learn? You still dare to ask for more!" He yells at her with hatred, he blamed her for being the one will cause a woman to be beaten; He didn't want to be that kind of man. However, what he lived with her caused him to bring out what he hated the most about himself from within. -Forget it love- said a woman who was next to her- it's not worth it- this dog was supposed to be her friend, she was supposed to support her just like she did; however he managed so that he and she hated each other and thus be able to steal it. The woman on the floor does not know how much she was framed and harmed by her naivety, nor did she know that this was the beginning of her misfortunes. Because of that woman she did not stop suffering, wherever she went she suffered verbal or physical abuse and everything was orchestrated by this woman; she didn't know until she was about to faint. "Why?" She asked this unarmed woman without knowing why she hated him so much. She never did anything to hurt him. She just laughed viciously without answering him, she didn't have to waste her time with an insect; leaving La to die imprisoned in the house where she was kidnapped. "Answer me!" She got up from her bed screaming "Eh? This looks like my room; Did I reincarnate myself in the past?" She ran to the bathroom just to see that her assumption was correct. She thanked the heavens for this second chance by promising that she wouldn't be fooled a second time.

Happy Endings by Magnolia_Abernathy

"Don't you see now why we can't be together?" I whispered at the crazy boy in front of me. "Aren't you repulsed by me? Disgusted? Dis interested? Can't you just tear my heart out and leave like any other normal teenage boy?" My voice cracked. He simply shook his head. "Sweetheart, I thought I made it clear from the first time I said it," He paused, "I. Like. You." He emphasized every word, and I gaped at him. "Hell of a lot, actually, so it'd be great if you stopped being salty and liked me back." "Don't you get it?" I whispered unbelievingly, "After all that, and you still don't get why I can't be with you?" He seemed relaxed, calm. Too calm for this situation. "My life doesn't involve a guy like you, Nathan. Never did. You're not my knight in shinning armor, and you aren't going to save me. This is reality, the real world. And the real world doesn't have happy endings." ---- To me, there's are six different types of crying. One; The Breakdown. Two; The Longing. Three; The Hysterical. Four; The Broken. Five; The Happy. Six; The Inevitable." ---- This short story is very depressing, I'm warning you now. It may trigger memories, or depression symptoms.

Not me. (2023) by MineOnlyFriend2

so, I've been struggling for a long time now, and I never told anyone about it. I've never opened up. but I met someone who understands how I feel, and I'm beginning to feel again. I don't know how to do it, but I finally feel I can fight. I've been so exhausted. I'm not better, I'm not sure if i ever will be, but I'm not numb, not entirely. I can't say how I'm feeling, or what i am going to write, but if you want it, it's here. This is for you. For everyone who was made to be the villain by those meant to be by their sides. For everyone with a sensitive heart made to grow strong much too quickly. For everyone who struggles to get out of bed in the morning. For everyone who never could find the words to say why. For everyone who struggles to feel and for everyone who feels too much. For everyone who had to pick themselves back up. For everyone who had to parent themselves. For everyone fighting an invisible battle. For everyone who has been underestimated. For everyone who has to flee to other worlds to cope. For everyone who found other means to silence their voices. For everyone who was silenced. For everyone who was over powered. For everyone who was made to be less. For everyone who had to watch someone else suffer and stay silent. For everyone asking themselves, why? Why would you do this? What did I do? Why is this happening to me? It was never your fault.

Servant Pet by Lolipops2marsh

"Hey! I don't want to go back! I tap out. Turn my soul into particles. I refuse!" I was unwilling. I had goals before all of this. I was once naive until everything changed. Nonsense! "Host, there's no need for drama. Accept your fate." I reached for anything-air, darkness, anything! The struggle felt so real. The terror and horror of returning to that place overwhelmed me. I loved them, yes, but not enough to endure that suffering again. I am a flower. A fragile flower. What they did to me was- "I don't want to go! I refuse to comply." "Host, do you want her to have them?" The system's cold voice whispered. Startled, I released my grip on the darkness, allowing my soul to be drawn away. "Your decision was wise, but as punishment, two more males will be added. Their last lives served well; it's a pity they'll be taken by another." The voice continued, but the host was unaware. She would discover the truth upon her arrival. To add intrigue, the latter parts were erased, allowing her to accept them without fear. The system smirked knowingly. This is my second life. I am still utterly confused about how I ended up in this situation. A choker made from my own tears. The man I thought was my big foster brother turned out to be-non-human. And me? I am human; I think I am. I sit in his lap, curled into a ball of loss. I feel so lost; I just don't understand. I claimed them, and then the world ended. It's enough that it ended. But why did they become powerful shifters while I mutated into a dud? I'm so confused that I want to cry, but I can't; I don't want their 'care.'

The Alpha Rogue by straightupgay1

*Old Version - rewrriten version is being updated weekly/bi-monthly* After years of constant torture and pain, only one thing has kept me going- my mate. I thought when we meant, he'd be my knight in shining armour who would save me from this hell hole. I didn't expect him to say degrading things to me before walking away and never looking back. He forgot to reject me because he was so angry. I was broken, shattered, and hopeless. But the only way to go from here was up. I didn't need a knight in shiny armour. I was my own knight. I saved myself. I built myself back up. I became stronger without him by my side. But now he's back and I'm not the silent, broken omega I once was. No, now I'm an Alpha. The Alpha Rogue.

Whispers Of Unseen Wounds by xainakevisa

"The feelings I thought were gone are resurfacing inside me. Why do these emotions keep haunting me, bringing back memories I don't want to relive? I told myself I shouldn't let these thoughts bring more troubles into my life, but even now, when I remember the last time I saw him, those feelings came rushing back". .......Then I snapped back from my thoughts. ___

Escapism by Selenakk223

Selena: Have you ever had the urge to escpae this cured world we live in to a different world/ book/movie where you are the main character. To be loved and treated like a princess far away from all your troubles to live in that moment to enjoy just a bit of happieness. I often escape to a world at night to meet my prince who always make me feel loved,cherished and happy to be who I am but all good things has to come to a end right reality has it's way to make you want to do things you shouldn't and I just want to end it all and be with the man I love and the man who love's me. Prince Valter: Time to go my love I wish I could keep you here with me but I can't and you know why. Selena: What if I could be with you forever, I could be myslef with no need to hide who I am. Prince Valter: That is true My Love but I will tell you something someone once told the person that they loved and lost ''The right person the wrong time,The right script the wrong line,The right poem the wrong rhyme, And a piece of you that was never mine''. One day my sweet girl I will meet you in your world.

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Uncalled For Ride

"I...I don't know. All I know is I don't want this. I don't want to be on this journey." I close my eyes and let tears cast down on my cheeks. My shoulders are shaking. My stomach is knots. I can't believe this is happening. How...why is it to me? What did I do wrong? "Hey, it will be okay," I look up and glare at Kian or whoever his name was again. "How?" I narrow my eyes at him. "How will be okay?" He purses his lips making me glare at him even more. But no matter what, I can't pretend like I'm not breaking inside. The news hurts. I don't think I have ever hurt in my whole life. My mother's abandonment, I thought it hurt me beyond repair and scared me. But that was before I got to this point in life. I lower my head again, as I am overwhelmed again by my pitiful situation. God, I don't want to be on this ride. UPDATE: Every once a week.