trapped.
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Última publicación mié, may 20, 2020
I'm Hazel. I've been trapped in an insane asylum for five years now. I'm only in here because of some man.. he murdered my mother, while my father ran off. Not even bothering to tell any authorities. I had to do what I had to do. I beat him up, but not normally. I ripped every inch of skin off, not caring anymore. I pulled his insides out. He was empty. Nothing to even bury in the ground.
One of my neighbors saw me doing this, so they called the police on me. That man is dead. To me and life. I know my ins and outs of this asylum, every single hidden spot or attempted escape route. You try to escape, death for you.
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Hidden In The Dark (IN EDITING)
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At last | Editing
New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.Concluida
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"This is the story of Hazel..a tale I tell to others...a tale not many know of.. Such a loving child with her brother. So bright and full of life. Yes she was." A thundering night of rain and lighting consumed the night, as she took shelter in her room with her brother. They were so little. Too little to know the up coming death they'd find. The death of their dear mother. By who you may ask? Well shouldn't you read to know? Slowly loosing her self every second and everyone around..will she be able to find happiness once more? Or will her intoxicating memories pull her away from that path. Stepping into a pack unknowingly her life and walls start to crumble. Her thoughts may have worsen or have been at ease but that's for you to read and figure out. Will her missing brother ever be found..and will she ever finally be set free. Free from the wolves she runs from? As the story unfolds, secret are also told so hold tight..it'll be a long dangerous ride. Gore⚠️⚠️ Not all cute stuff...at all⚠️ Mistakes:)🥲 I do respond to comments :D [check the hashtags for more insight]Concluida
Dear Nobody, My name is Luna Rose Wesley and I'm just like any other girl my age. I have some secrets, I'm afraid of the future, I have some complicated relationships and some amazing friends, and I'm just trying to do anything that I can to survive. But as the days pass, it seems like surviving in my world is becoming more difficult with every minute. You see, without any money, my family is forced to live in in an apartment building that's smack dab in the center of our rundown part of the city. And my mother is just a work of art. She is now addicted to drugs, and she isn't trying very hard at all to try to get us out of our inner-city situation. Living in constant fear, not only of what's outside my window at night, but also of my violent dealing brother living in the room across the hall, I have to find a way to cope without putting a bullet in my skull like so many of my fallen brethren. And my coping mechanism is to write letters to nobody- to you- and sending it to an address that doesn't exist. I need somebody to talk to without that somebody thinking that I'm looking for pity, so I've found you. Nobody. Thanks for listening. Sincerely, Luna Rose (Rated Mature for the mentioning of sex, drug use, violence, and profane language. Does not contain actual sex scenes.)
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