The Unseen

The Unseen

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When did my life come to this? I wondered while I followed him on shaky legs. Be careful what you wish for. I wanted what would make my heart pump blood at an abnormal rate, what would make me high on adrenaline, and what would make me scream with excitement mixed with fear. I got all what I wanted alright, even more than I can ever wish for; all served to me in a golden bowl. He turned to me with an inhumane speed and I let out a muffled scream. He chuckled softly. "will you ever get used to my presence?" He said with an amused smile. His eyes glittering a dangerous red. I want my mummy, I thought. All emotions rolled into one and I just had to let it out in a way... Puking did it. All over his expensive black, leather sandals. He hissed at me dangerously, exposing his sharp fangs... I fainted. We've all had that one day, that leaves you craving for peace, and quiet. Liyana went in search of peace... And in return stumbled on a world she doesn't think exists... A world unseen, a world in which she'll be dragged deep into...
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"Kill..." the low whispering voice trailed off into my head. I don't think the strange whispering voice came from anyone in the room. It was too loud; too abnormel; too deadly. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down my back making me scream and cry out for someone, something, anything. I want to be alone, somwhere dark, somewhere safe. My eyes open to see a woman cradling me in her arms. A man with red eyes, tan skin, and blonde hair starred at me. His eyes sunk into my head making me wince. The woman is natuarlly warm and comfortable, but her face is stained with tears mixed with blood on her, once beautiful, face. She smeared some of the blood onto my puffy cheeks with a warm beaten and calloused hand. "You're gonna be okay," she assured me. More tears fell from her eyes. I looked closer into her grayish, I think, eyes. They had evil tucked beneath fear in them. I don't know what she means, yet her words mean the world to me at this very moment: 4 minutes ago, I was born.

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