Chained to my demons

This story is miserable.

It won't contain the fairytale ending your looking for.

It won't have love and hope in it.

It's gruesome and cruel to you.

If your weak hearted I suggest you leave.

It includes death.

Blood.

Backstabbing.

And him.

It contains the devil within it.

Be careful when you open it.

Because it also contains her.

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Another file caught my eye.

I wiped the dirt of the file name. My blood ran cold in my body.

Fibinaci.

But that was me.

Me.
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"Amara."

He whispered my name. I pulled away grabbing my gun and cocking it in a record time. I raised my eyebrow the same way I raised my gun and pointed it at him.

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She was peculiar. Never seen one like her before.

She walked with such confidence it wasn't taught or faked. She was born with it.
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I watched her as she cocked her gun. Her brow raising as she raised the gun to point it at me.

To be completely honest with you dear reader. I was a little excited.

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"I got shot. It's not in." I whispered as I felt my legs give out. He put his hands under my legs and one under my head picking me up bridal style.

"It's okay I got you. I got you Amara."
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I was taking control of my life.

I have had enough with these stupid men who think just because they got a dick on them makes them any better then me.

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