That Day
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'I'm not crazy !' i yelled. They didn't listen. 'it's gonna be alright a woman said. she had brown hair and she looked pretty young. i tried to run away, away from those liars. they didn't let go of me. they were trying to put me on a bed in the small room. the room smelled like it was gonna rip me to shreds. my head felt like it was gonna explode. i kept screaming. it was like i was nothing. then a tall man ran in. he was wearing a white coat. he walked over to me. he grabbed something out of his pocket.that looked like a needle. he injected me with something. first nothing happened. 5 seconds. it took 5 seconds untill i realised everything was turning into black. the last thing i heard was a woman sayin 'finally'. this wasn't a place where i belonged to. it was a place for crazy people. Madhouse.. i am a girl like a couple piled rocks. if you touch the rocks they will fall. a very vulnerable thing you see. Everything, every creature has an anchor. my anchor was the people i loved, but when they left me , i didn't have an anchor anymore. that was the reason my rocks fell. in this story you'll learn how i build my rocks again. because there is gonna come a day when you'll need to know how to build up your rocks, again. THAT DAY you will be faced with truth and lies...  That day,
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I was standing in the middle of the fire, whispering to the fire that always answered. Letting it grow and dance the way it wanted to. It was weird to have all of this fire around you and not have it burn or touch your fragile skin. With each match and whisper the fire grew, but yells found my ears. My name was screamed into the smoke. No, there couldn't be anyone here? I thought I was alone. I am always alone. This is Hazel, she is a normal girl who has a normal life. She doesn't fit in, anywhere, and her parents have forgotten she was there. Typical teenage world. Until the day she finds out about her ex. His shirt and his blood are found, and something abnormal starts to form. She goes out and tries to figure out whats happening. Will she find that another group of species, thought to be fantasy, exist?

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