This İsn't My Wish

This İsn't My Wish

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"...and thats the reason why l hate my family." "Jeez,I'm sorry Mary but your story seems pretty complicated. Why don't you find a therapist instead of telling me about it?" "The therapist? What is it?" "Oh my god!Are seriously don't know?!" "Yes,why?I was supposed to know?" "Therapists are actually people who solve people's mental problems. So you know. Think like a volunteer who will listen and solve your whole story." "They are harmless,right?" "Ofc!Why would they hurt people?..." (By the way, for my Turkish followers. This series is an original series that I wrote. It is not a translation!)
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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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