Dimension Walker

Dimension Walker

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"There will always be light at the end of the tunnel", that is what has been said for the past hundred of years. No matter what happens, it will always get better, right? What if all of this is false? What if there are no happy endings? What if at the end of the tunnel there is nothing, except for darkness? What if all of this is a lie? What if... Late at night those were the thoughts that crossed Kierra's mind. Laying on her mattress in her now empty room, traces of her dried tears covering her cheeks, she could only do that; get lost in her never-ending mind. What if it never gets better? Thinking was the only way she had to make her wounds less painful. There was a reason why she could only have her dark thoughts, why would she have joyful ones? It would only increase the false hopes that would build up inside of her and would only make her fall even harder. But at the end of each day, she could never get rid of this one phrase, this one voice in her head, what if it gets better after all?
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[# 88 in TEEN FICTION on 14/3/18.] [#5 in angerissues on 10/05/2018] COMPLETED!!! No matter where you come from, your dreams are always valid. RULE 1: Never let anyone under estimate the power of your dreams. RULE 2: Always follow rule one. These were the only principles little Ria lived by. Her devoting and protective nature always came out as harsh and bitch-y. Everytime she felt threatened, her claws came out, ready to defend...to destroy. It's only you who knows the value of your dreams. So, what will she do when her exterminator walks into her life, ready to ruin everything she lives for. She fight's. A fight between two souls. ________________________________ "Who do you think you are?" she asked, bravery seeping through every syllable leaving her mouth. A devil carves fear, and when you don't give him that, he is agitated. "Your nightmare baby." he smirked as he leaned closer to her. They say never look into his eyes...he is evil. Don't cross paths with him...he is unforgiving. Never challenge him...he is destructive. But what did she do??? Every damn thing she wasn't supposed to! Add a punch to the already shaky equation and you'll find yourself amidst drama...teenage drama. Is it right to let these two souls collide? "I am not your damn servant whom you order around, get that straight through your thick skull!" with that she walked away like a pro if I may say so...leaving him staring at the place where she previously stood. When an ego is hurt, revenge is born. "Come on guys. . .we need to sort out some things," all his friends could do was watch; watch helplessly, as destruction planted it's ugly claws into their lives. A tale of destruction, misery, loyalty, friendship, trust and betrayal. "If you call yourself a dreamer, I call myself a dream-snatcher. You won't even know what hit you, little girl," he thought, as he smirked wickedly at her retreating figure. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Has mild cursing be warned!

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