Broken Mind
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MatureOngoing13m
Last published Tue, Mar 12, 2019
Jason looked closely at the metal hand Alana had made for herself, he didn't even know how she did it.
"Alana, why wouldn't you tell me?"
"You're my father now," Alana started. Jason's eyes reared up slightly to look her in the eyes, "I couldn't tell you. You'd stop me from what I'm doing with it."
Jason raised an eyebrow, "What are you doing? Why would I stop you?"
"Being honest," Alana paused, mostly all she ever did in her life was lie, now she was telling the truth to a man she found herself absently trusting. Alana stumbled slightly, losing the security of her lies, "What I'm doing, I could die."
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