PLATEAU
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Last published Wed, Jun 19, 2019
Cold shivers ran down my spine, it wasn't because of the weather but because of fear. I had just heard about the killings. I prayed so hard that the rumors weren't true. I prayed that the numbers were exaggerated.
I didn't need to pray again when I saw the crowd gathered, ambulance and police cars. The press were everywhere with camera, I could hear shouts and wailings. I didn't need to pray anymore, it was a reality.
Tears began to flow freely, a pain that words cannot explain gathered in my heart. Anger, bitterness, hatred...so many unnamed feelings.
It was a day of bitter mourning, burying the way ones whom we so dearly want to hug. Going down the grave were lives we never wanted to loose. We were left homeless and hopeless. Some with pain and guilt, so many "had I known".
The world may attempt to sympathize with us but no one can comfort us. Our grieving heart carries a weight we can't but bear. Life continues but true living ends for a lot of us. Surviving begins with endless striving.
But I look to the heavens and I remember the words of David "For thou hast delivered my soul from death, mine eyes from tears, and my feet from falling. I will walk before the Lord in the land of the living"
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They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.
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