The Game -Psychopathic

The Game -Psychopathic

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Sie ist 16 Jahre alt und will einfach nur ihre Ruhe ... Seitdem ihre beste Freundin gestorben ist geht sie ständig in eine Höhle an dem Spielplatz Anden die beiden immer zusammen waren... Ihr zweites zu Hause sozusagen .. sie hat dort Ruhe vor ihren nervenden Eltern . Auch an den einem Abend... Immer wieder kam der Satz von eben mir in den Kopf : »Wie in einem Film« Wie wäre es wohl eine Rolle in einem Film zu spielen? Oder allgemein in einer Handlung. Schauspieler machen es schließlich immer und einige mögen es also kann es ja nicht so schlecht sein. Es wurde wieder alles Taub und verblasst... Aber nicht weil ich wieder in einem Tagtraum versank, sondern etwas anderem. Denn mir wurde erst schwindelig und dann schwarz vor Augen als....
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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