The Quest For Sanity

The Quest For Sanity

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"Who are you?" Emma asked. The girl was quite beautiful-except for the eyes. "I have no name. I have forgotten it," the girl responded. "You have pretty eyes." Emma felt her eyes widened. "You can call me Memory. Go on, stab me with the sword. Free me from this curse." Memory's red eyes flowed brighter. "I'm ready to join my sister." Emma thought she went insane when she started hearing voices in her head, and there is only one person who can silence them. That person is stuck in the living realm in order to prove her worth.
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"Kill..." the low whispering voice trailed off into my head. I don't think the strange whispering voice came from anyone in the room. It was too loud; too abnormel; too deadly. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down my back making me scream and cry out for someone, something, anything. I want to be alone, somwhere dark, somewhere safe. My eyes open to see a woman cradling me in her arms. A man with red eyes, tan skin, and blonde hair starred at me. His eyes sunk into my head making me wince. The woman is natuarlly warm and comfortable, but her face is stained with tears mixed with blood on her, once beautiful, face. She smeared some of the blood onto my puffy cheeks with a warm beaten and calloused hand. "You're gonna be okay," she assured me. More tears fell from her eyes. I looked closer into her grayish, I think, eyes. They had evil tucked beneath fear in them. I don't know what she means, yet her words mean the world to me at this very moment: 4 minutes ago, I was born.

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