The Voices

The Voices

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SAMPLE: She awoke abruptly in the middle of the night with a raging migraine. It was four forty two AM and it was a dark stormy night. Tree branches tapped her window constantly and their shadows danced across the room. She was fourteen years old, and frightened at the strange voices whispering in her mind. At first they were quiet and she was unable to comprehend what they were saying. She sat there terrified, contemplating whether she was going insane or just imagining all of it. She played there engulfed in blankets deciding whether she was only dreaming it. After all, it was late. This was the very beginning of the torture she will suffer unknowingly for many years to come... (Read more to find out what happens next...)
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I wake up.... but "wake up" isn't right,waking up would require a bed, covers, a pillow. Instead I come to and I sit up, right away, a pounding headache bursts through me, it takes a while, but it passes. I look down my white dress, I see dry blood stains on it, but I can't find any injury. I realize that I'm in a cage, I see metal bars around me,the floor I'm sitting on is also metal, I recheck my body for injuries, but instead of an injury, I feel something soft, my blood runs cold, ...fur, it feels like fur, I turn my head around. look down, at the back of my dress and start screaming, I can't stop, it's like someone has taken control of my vocal chords, the reason I'm screaming is because what's on-no what's attached to me, is a wolf's tale.She doesn't know who she is, she doesn't know where she is, what she does know is that she has to escape.

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