Watching the Damned

Given a choice, would she choose light or darkness? Will she let her tattered heart get the better of her as she finds out who she really is, and her destiny in this world. Is there even a good side for her to choose in this war?

Marisol is a normal teenage girl up until her 18th birthday. She discovers things that she never could imagine existed in her world. Everyone around claims they're trying to protect and help her, but who can she trust? Who is on her side?

*Excerpt*

I still remember the look on her face that night, the blood slowly dripping from her hands. She wasn't sad, she didn't shed a tear, but her eyes were set in straight fear. The knife clashed to the ground with the second body staining that street red. I couldn't even process what had just happened before my moms bloody hand wrapped around mine, pulling me farther away and never stopping. That was not a night for mourning, but the first night of running. Little did I know that it would never end. 5 years and we're still running away. But I no longer know from who or what. No one is chasing us to this point, no one could possibly care anymore.

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