Ding Dong Death

Ding Dong Death

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No matter what you do, do not open the lights at night. Do not make a sound, do not open the curtains and most importantly, do not leave the house. If the rules are not complied with, you will die. These are the rules that Dejui people have had to live with for the past decade, since the SCARS have been ruling the streets at night, seeking for their next victim. A bunch of clowns, driving their Van's at night, music blaring from their trucks as they wait, wait for somebody to peek from their curtain, to make a sound, to make a movement. Every night, the moment the sun sets, they are released - hunting. After her brother has fallen Ill from a disease that he caught from the street, Angela does all the best she can to look after her brother - Sergio - whilst her parents are out of town. But, theres a mistake that Angela did, a mistake that could potentially affect her life. She peaked through the curtains. After being kidnapped and held hostage, she must comply to all the commands of her kidnapper in order to stay alive - even if it meant she had to be his doll.
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I squeezed my way through the abundant number of people, trying to get to the exit. I bumped into a lot of shoulders, until I found an opening. As soon as the door was in my sight, I heard Jessie calling out my name. Her voice grabbed my attention, and I briskly turned around. I knocked right into a tall figure, causing me to lose my balance and fall. All the people dancing blocked my vision so I couldn't grab onto anything to prevent myself from falling. My arms met the hardwood floor as I tried to catch myself, sending a shock of pain through my arms. "Forgive me ma'am." Someone said while extending an arm down to me. "It's fine. No harm was-" ✰ Status: FInished NOTE*** This story contains mental illness and suicidal themes. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION! ***and mild cussing My grammar probably sucks I researched thoroughly on bpd to portray Damien's character correctly but I'm sorry if it's not accurate. I in no way meant for the portrayal of someone with a borderline personality disorder to be represented wrong or only seen from stereotypes. ★ Best Rankings ★ Assault- #1 Borderlinepersonalitydisorder- #1 Bpd- #8 Captive- #44 Selfharmawareness- #55 Darklove- #57 Mentalillness- #81 Copyright © 2020

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