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The Dark Soul Within

The Dark Soul Within

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As I turn the chapter in my story I can't help but to wonder if my happy ending will ever come. All my life I have just known pain and misery. Every once in a while I will get a sliver of happiness but it is quickly squashed by the bleak reality I live in. I live in a big house with a great security system and I even get my own room even though other people live here with me. I talk to a lot of them, and make friends with some of them. I can't help it; I am a talkative and friendly person. To them I am known as the crazy, always happy, optimistic girl; but like many other things I can't control that. Without being crazy and childish around my friends, I would actually go insane. So by acting insane and childish I am staying sane. But as I have said before, that was all just an act. Inside me I had a dark spot, I had a black whole growing within me each passing day. And with each passing day it gets harder and harder to conceal it.
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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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