The Day She Met Ana

The Day She Met Ana

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I met this girl named Ana, I heard she ruined lives. We had a strange relationship I didn't know developed. In a way, no, she did become a part of me.There are restrictions of Ana being your friend. They started out small, little things here and there. They progressively got worse over time. Soon she was pretty much running my life for me. Insulting me and making me feel bad about myself. Soon she started to take charge of what I ate. It started out with a banana; she wouldn't let me eat it. Then a peach, I wasn't allowed to eat that either, then pumpkin pie, especially not the pie. No chicken, no meat, not even pasta. It kept getting worse and worse until all I was a loud to consume was water... just water and some air. I know this girl named Ana, She made my life a living hell.
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They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

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