Through The Mirror

Through The Mirror

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"No matter how much you try to chain them in, to stop them from making their way out of your door They will always remain the stars you will never be able to reach. Because it is life. And death is the only way to touch the impossible." Hi, I am Valerie Harboure, a 16-year old girl studying in high school. Life's never been fair towards me, because not only I am an orphan---But also a person who rarely remembers anything from her past. But I do have these weird dreams I live on, something strange, something unusual. "He ruled my dreams, but not my life. And that's when I realized, he is just a figment of my imagination" Or is he? Come read this story to find out! Note: The story is based on an individual's imagination and does not associate with anyone in real life. Swearing and some graphic content may trigger some audience.
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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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