Rock Paper Scissors [coming soon]

Rock Paper Scissors [coming soon]

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Have you ever missed someone so much that your heart feels like a fifty-pound weight? Have you ever felt the pain in your chest when you breathe? Is every day in your life like a sad re-run of the last? Most people who ask these questions are trying to decide whether or no you're depressed. I'm just trying to figure out how much we have in common. Round Two, have you ever been blamed for being the reason for someone's disappearance? Have you ever been deemed guilty after discovering you're innocent? If you answered yes to either of these, you and I are in the same boat. My best friend, Dean Vapor, who I often call Vapes, was stolen from his college dorm room after a large dorm party of Colorado State University. Suspicion has been piled on me, considering the night before he disappeared, we got into a huge fight in front of everyone. Berkley Dyhard, my room mate, is the only one on campus who doesn't believe the rumors. Even the new students who enrolled this semester before I'm a murderer, which is ironic to Berkley, because she is a criminal justice major. I just want a chance to clean my name, just one chance.
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WORK IN PROGRESS‼️ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── There was no noise; I was at peace, and ironically, the stone-cold pavement never seemed warmer as my blood oozed out of me and around me like a painted canvas. I was slowly losing consciousness, but my mind never seemed happier now that I was dying. The white walls with big bright lights did not resemble heaven; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I thought I had died. When I came to, I found myself in this strange place, disoriented and confused. I looked around and found another five pairs of eyes looking at me with the same emotion swirling in their gaze. Now, 15 years later, I train with these girls. Our makers take care of us, feed us, and make sure we are clean, healthy, and fit. Some of us never had that; that's probably why it took so long for us to realize we were being used. The dirty work they made us do, none of us questioned it. How could we when we were taken off the streets? For a chance at normalcy, we settled for anything, even if that meant blurring the lines of right and wrong. After a mission gone haywire, we started noticing, and now we strike back to take our voices and reclaim the power that was used on us as a way to control us. After all, they are the ones who trained us; we are just returning our long-overdue favour. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Rankings : Featured in Mystery-thriller #5 in Mystery-thriller on 7/12/24

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