The Darkness Within.. - Short Story
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"I wake up with a pounding head and fuzzy view. I slowly sit up, and realize the place I'm in. A hospital bed. But... there's an investigator and two cops in my room. What happened?"
Liza Park wakes up in a hospital bed with no memories. She has no idea what happened to her, and why she is taken to the police office right after. She's being interrogated by the investigator, because she is a suspect of a murder. He tries to get her to talk about what happened. But how can you explain when you don't remember anything?
But what happens when she starts to remember? Is she who she thought she was?
Warning: This story gets dark (See the title XD)
English is not my native language, so I'm terribly sorry if I make any mistakes. If I do, please tell me so I can fix it
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"That thing fastened on your boot? That's a recorder, now I've got everything you said recorded in this little transmitter in my hand." His eyes widened in shock as he stumbled back. "And that, on your belt, is a mini TNT, adorable, isn't it? All I have to do, is press this button. So if you don't listen to me, I'll ka-boom you, if you do listen to me, I'll ka-boom you either way." She chuckled, giving him a sickeningly sweet smile. He swallowed hard, clutching the bag tighter in his hand. He lost. "W-who are you?" "Oh? Who am I?" She gave that twisted smile of hers again, tilting her head to the side, her beautiful brownish locks bouncing along with it. She then said the most dreadful words ever, in a dark, menacing voice, making him wish he never agreed to her deal. "I'm Azalea" Image used in cover belongs to rightful owner. Warning: there may be triggering content Published on: 9th July 2017 #166 in mystery and thriller #4 in solving cases
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