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Alone
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My name is Freya Angelique Olivarez. I just want to share my story... and why I badly want to end my life. And what drove me to reach this point. Consider this as a suicide letter. Because I know when I end my life, I'll be leaving a lot of questions. Questions that I would never answer while I'm alive. You might be thinking, why didn't I ever reach out to anyone. I did. It's just that maybe you're the ones who can't be reached. So I kept everything to myself. Fight all by myself. And I can say that I've been strong enough to survive through all these up until now. But I guess, it's tiring to stay strong when you're the only one fighting against the world. I need a break from all these shits. I want to rest. And finally have peace. All I needed was one person to be there for me. Just one. But everyone turned their back and I felt so alone. So this time I want to end the pain. Just one pain all at once, for the last time... then never again. This story is a tribute to my old self who hasn't given justice and until now I can still feel her pain. I hope she heals, and finally have peace. It's been 11 years and the trauma still lingers... Author
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WORK IN PROGRESS‼️ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── There was no noise; I was at peace, and ironically, the stone-cold pavement never seemed warmer as my blood oozed out of me and around me like a painted canvas. I was slowly losing consciousness, but my mind never seemed happier now that I was dying. The white walls with big bright lights did not resemble heaven; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I thought I had died. When I came to, I found myself in this strange place, disoriented and confused. I looked around and found another five pairs of eyes looking at me with the same emotion swirling in their gaze. Now, 15 years later, I train with these girls. Our makers take care of us, feed us, and make sure we are clean, healthy, and fit. Some of us never had that; that's probably why it took so long for us to realize we were being used. The dirty work they made us do, none of us questioned it. How could we when we were taken off the streets? For a chance at normalcy, we settled for anything, even if that meant blurring the lines of right and wrong. After a mission gone haywire, we started noticing, and now we strike back to take our voices and reclaim the power that was used on us as a way to control us. After all, they are the ones who trained us; we are just returning our long-overdue favour. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Rankings : Featured in Mystery-thriller #5 in Mystery-thriller on 7/12/24

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