Quiet in the Night

Quiet in the Night

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Jul 12, 2024
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Your life. How does it feel? What is the first thing you think of in the morning? What is the world around you? What is the comfort of the Night, shinning stars, quiet world, where you alone exist for a mere moment. How lonely and miserable do you feel at every moment of your life? Searching for an escape in the same world you hate, you were forced in and still, keep on living every day. Understanding yourself, as well as others, discovering the deep scars of your forgotten memories. This is not a book or a short story meant to teach you something. It is the life of many projected through my thoughts in which you may find yourself, comfort and connections.
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I'm about to tell you a story about a girl. A normal girl. A girl that had no cares in the world, until her trust for it was stripped away. When you read her story, you'll find yourself trusting her, loving her, rooting for her. But you see, not everyone gets to trust the world. Not everyone has a happy ending. --- Halfway through the kiss however, his attitude changed; instead of being a loving embrace, it became a fierce trap. His grip on her waist tightened, trapped her where she was instead of simply holding her where he wanted her. The hand in her hair grabbed a section of it, enforcing his demand for her not to go anywhere. Before she knew what was happening, he left go of her hair, and pushed her to the ground. She gasped, suddenly able to breathe. He stood up and walked over to her. He placed a soft hand on her cheek, just like he used to when he was telling her how special she was to him. None of the emotion was there this time however, all she could feel radiating from his was rage. "You shouldn't have run off, babe," he said bitterly. "I was about to show you how much I loved you. Instead, I now have to show you what happens when you anger me." --- The men regarded her, before she was shoved to the ground and one produced a whip. There, laying broken on the floor, as the other girls watched, she was whipped. Slowly, she felt her skin breaking in time with her heart and her will.

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