Whispers From Beyond

Whispers From Beyond

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Shortly after returning home from school, I find myself curled into a ball in the corner of my room. Voices surge through my mind insulting me to every little detail, "you're worthless" they said "you're nothing to nobody, you're insane, no matter how terrible this world may be you're still not good enough to live in it, your family would cheer when they hear you're gone, you are the scum of the earth"! Thought of sadness and anger rush through my veins of cold red blood, the thought of death was a warming feeling, it made me feel calm, which admittedly is unsettling. What happened that week will haunt me for the rest of my life, not 1 not 2, but 4 times I attempt to end it, but all fail. While I do regret my attempts to end it all, it feels as if I succeeded, because now I will spend the rest of my life behind the walls of an asylum. Everyone who once knew me seeing me as a stranger. I'm Ryan and this is my story of "The Whispers From Beyond".
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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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