Electrifying

Electrifying

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A dark secluded corner to most, would set warning bells off in their ever present conscience... But have you ever wondered about what lurks in the dark? There's always that little unsettling part of you that always edges you forward... It seems insane, really. But what could more inviting than that risk of insanity? The risk of losing yourself, forever... There's something about the mystery of the unknown that always draws you in. Something about the sweet allure of knowing that always makes curiosity so much more tempting. And as you creep slowly towards the darkness you think; just one little peek can't hurt. Oh, but it can... It can hurt very much. And that is what Static discovered the hard way. But what Amara Static - other wise known as Nirvana Static - is yet to realize, is that not a single deed goes unpunished. Whether it be getting the courage rebel or finally giving away that ever protected v-card. It all comes back to haunt you. But the beauty of it all is that once it's knocking on your door: you can never run away from it.
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"One body: A death, a suicide, and now a murder. Lunacy is settling over, leaving its fingerprints on them, while breathing down their necks. The warm kiss of air is mistaken for nothing but a midnight breeze, and finger prints not much more than dirt. "Are you worthy enough, huh? Do you think I'm such a fool? You'll die there. Ashton Kahn. Mark my words. You are going to die and your family is going to live a dead life. You know what grief is? Of course, why would YOU know? You haven't been miserable for once in your life, have you? You have always been the super-star, haven't you? Of course you'll die. You deserve nothing but a deadly, rotten grave. You are such a chick, aren't you? Huh. I hate you Ashton Kahn. You are so mean. You think wealth is the world. You think beauty is the world. Don't you find having the best muscles, having the best grades, having the perfect eyes, having the perfect clothes, shoes-" Her words were so powerful, her expression meaner. She meant it. And how right she was. There I was, living a beautiful life. Of course I had no idea what misery is. I'd never been miserable for a second. Hah. She was giving me a lesson. The feeling was so intense, her words ruling my brain, empowering my veins. I was so useless. Have I ever cried? Have I ever thought why people say Life is just a Lie? Did I ever care why was the guy behind the coffee shop shutters crying? Did I ever gave it a second thought what did that guy felt when I called him Bozo? Or what was going on with that girl I heard of whose parents died a day ago? Of course, what was I capable of feeling? And there I had always thought I was the perfect me. The boy who could do anything. The boy who ruled. The boy who lived. Life is just a Lie. And for the first time in ever, I felt it to be so, so real. The reality of this was ever-awakening, it's power would have killed a soul. Life is just a Lie.

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