"HOW COULD YOU, MOM!" I screehed angrily at her for the eemptieth time, my voice throaty, spitting out the words 'mom' like venom on my tongue. I tried to confront her, but Peter's arm were draped around my body, restraining me from performing any vicious action.
"Its not my fault, okay!" She snapped back at me, her voice dripping with a sorrow-like frustration.
She sat with her knees on the floor, weeping in the pool of her own tears, her once gleaming expressionless silver-like eyes,now bloodshot, red.
I spun on my heels and strutted away, tearing off my sore eyes, not bearing to take in anymore of the scene before me.
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"Yes, they're are," I say to him unsurely not knowing what he was driving at.
"Wow, that's surprising because you look nothing like them!"
Color drains from my face. My heart beat quickens thumping hard against my ribcage, I could not have noticed that we didn't have any resemblance. Does it mean that...? No way!
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What if there was someone who the world never knew existed, someone lurking in the deepest hidden shadows of the world, someone dark and lonely, hidden. That person is Dana Wilson.
She spent seventeen years of her life locked inside her house, being kept a secret, by her forlorn parents for a reason oblivious to her. They succeeded in keeping a significant secret away from her, away from the world, but it stutters until...
When her curiousity and need for freedom becomes ruthless, it will destroy anything, anyone who comes in her way. She finds out her parents deepest secrets, that had been undisclosed for years. It shocks her to her marrow, ties her life into knots. But why did they do it?
~Hidden Secrets
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Ella💕✍️
A storm brews so slowly that you hear your blood rush through your veins.
How do you keep yourself sane when insanity is your best friend?
Kiara is standing in the eye of the storm. Bloodied and bruised by daggers of the past; past that is not hers.
What started as an unethical help for a patient has now turned into a frenzied search for a man who said goodbye to many, silently.
The search soon turns into a chaotic hunt for truth that drags Kiara to the dark places she has never been to, places that hold the darkest secrets and, places that have only seen blood and heard screams.
How will she reveal the truth when every loyalty of every person in her life is at the question? How will she fight and win alone when each of them is a possible betrayer?? How will she throw light on the truth when the deeper she digs the darker it gets?
Her life is at the lowest stake. When she can't trust anyone, when every person she meets is a person of suspicion, it's on her to crawl through the graves and make the dead speak.
Content and/or Trigger Warning: This story deals with topics such as psychological issues and mental disorders, their effects on the lives of people suffering from them, and the people around them, and the importance of getting and providing help.
If you are dealing with any such issues please talk to a trusted person and ask for help. You are important.
DISCLAIMER/CREDITS: None of the pictures used on the cover and chapters is owned by me. I have no right over them and they belong to their respective owners/creators. I chose those pictures from online portals that offer royalty-free images, hence I do not know the creator and whom they belong to. If you see your work here, Kindly contact me and if you would like I can delete them and if not then I will be more than happy to mention your name and give credits.