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Crazy Love

Crazy Love

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It's a love story of friendship, trust and mental asylums. When a girl witnesses her parents' death, she is awestruck. It wasn't an everyday murder. The thing is no one believes her, they think she's crazy as she's thrown into a mental asylum. But not all hope is lost, there is one person that believes her story. Why he believes her? She has no idea, but she's grateful for him. ******* "Let's get outta here," I heard him say, "We can find a way to prove you saw, what you saw. Who else can pull it off but you and me?" I felt a mixture of emotions course through my veins, pain, anger and most of all... determination. I got up from my 'bed,' and walked to the wall where I was sure the voice was coming from. I placed my palm on the wall, "Let's do this." ******* And so a love story begins, but how far is she willing to go, to prove she saw what she saw. Read their adventure. You won't be disappointed. Cover:@soukycooky
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WORK IN PROGRESS‼️ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── There was no noise; I was at peace, and ironically, the stone-cold pavement never seemed warmer as my blood oozed out of me and around me like a painted canvas. I was slowly losing consciousness, but my mind never seemed happier now that I was dying. The white walls with big bright lights did not resemble heaven; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I thought I had died. When I came to, I found myself in this strange place, disoriented and confused. I looked around and found another five pairs of eyes looking at me with the same emotion swirling in their gaze. Now, 15 years later, I train with these girls. Our makers take care of us, feed us, and make sure we are clean, healthy, and fit. Some of us never had that; that's probably why it took so long for us to realize we were being used. The dirty work they made us do, none of us questioned it. How could we when we were taken off the streets? For a chance at normalcy, we settled for anything, even if that meant blurring the lines of right and wrong. After a mission gone haywire, we started noticing, and now we strike back to take our voices and reclaim the power that was used on us as a way to control us. After all, they are the ones who trained us; we are just returning our long-overdue favour. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Rankings : Featured in Mystery-thriller #5 in Mystery-thriller on 7/12/24

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