Way HOME

Way HOME

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There's a girl who lose the real her, losing into the midst of darkness where no lights in it. And the girl continuously asking herself... "Am I Loved?" "Why there's no one who can try to save me?" "Why I'm still stuck in the darkness?" "Am I not worth enough?" "Why they keep avoiding me?" "Do I look like a pest?" "Why they keep comparing me into someone?" " Is my sin is big enough to make me suffer like this?" Her heart and mind are full of what if while her soul is dying. To the point she choose to kill herself... Not knowingly that there is still a hope in her life. That there is still someone who can accept and forgive her sins and this someone is not just a "someone" but a savior itself. Could she found her real home or would be her darkness imprisonate her?
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They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

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