INSANITY

INSANITY

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High school junior Ares von Fille Morte's life is in shambles. Her dad is an abusive alcoholic who believes Ares is her deceased mom and the year is 1985, her grades can barely stay as a B, and she's been hallucinating of demons chasing her around everywhere she goes and attempting to spew a gross black liquid into her mouth. When one of these "hallucinations" occur during a football game, the incident leaves Ares dead, and authorities puzzled by the cause of her death. What makes her death more puzzling is when she resurrects 13 hours later right before her autopsy. But her body temperature is 45 degrees, and her blood is now a thick black liquid. And the only clue to what is going on is the new boy Lucifer Hades Diable, who's gorgeous blue eyes hold a devilish secret. -Inspired by a wack ass dream I had two nights ago and Heathers-
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He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

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