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Wake Up! {Original story}

Wake Up! {Original story}

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"Wake up! - Kyra whispers to her mom, who is asleep on the hospital bed. - Wake up, you wanted to come to my Graduation party and see me dancing. Remember, we picked the dress together? And I'm not afraid of exams any more. Its silly to worry about them, right?.." But mom doesn't answer. She continues sleeping. "Wake up!" - there's an urge to shake Kyre. There's so little time before exams, and he still didn't tell his father, where he actually wishes to study. Chris is used to running away from problems, not even trying to solve them. Everything that he wants now, - is fall face-first onto the pillow and sleep until he's old. But, maybe, its not that bad? Remember: no matter how big your problems are, you are not alone. Never alone! And also: if you want to be heard - speak. And then everything will work out.
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I killed my friends and it's my fault. But feels unexpectedly euphoric... Kyra is the Devils daughter but she doesn't know it. Soon she meets Coen (a guy with a rich history and inhumanly talents), little do they know what's in store for them. "I have just stabbed my favourite teacher. What is wrong with me. There's blood coming out of her chest, more and more as her heart pumps. But it's already too late because I see my scissors sticking up from her ribs as I feel unnaturally good. All of the guilt has somehow oozed out of me. I remember that I feel good only after the person has died so she must be dead. There is silence for about 10 seconds then everyone starts screaming and runs to the other side of the room to me. I don't know why but this is kinda fun. I slowly walk towards them, smirking, as the guy who bullied me for me whole life is shaking and grabbing onto his best friends shoulders. I'm not going to hurt them but it is fun torturing them. He has made my life miserable for 11 years so I'm not going to leave without out evening out the mental and physical indents he has had on my life. All those sleepless nights of crying, cut and bruises he has given me. I continue to walk even closer, everyone has started to back slowly away from him. He lets out a stupid high-pitched scream as I whisper to him." I swear I'm not a psychopath.

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