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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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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