Midnight Sun
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Última publicación dom, ene 13, 2013
Alice was only young when her parents decided to turn against her, she was baisicly a slave..she was beaten every night by her father for nothing at all..she would sit lonley in her room some nights..praying..hoping that one day..she could escape the beatings and the torcher and really travel the world
One night she made dinner, chicken in parsley butter...she had no idea her mother was alergic to parsley, her father stormed into her room and began to strangle her, when he finally dropped her to go get his gun and finish the job she noticed a broken window, it was her only escape...
She climbed fearlessly out the window and jumped down, she began to run...until she stumbled upon a castle, she dident know who lived there..only that she had to keep moving..so...she climbed over the gates that tore at her dress till it laid in tats on her body.....as soon as she reached the door she fell...and gave in to darkness...
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