Five...Four...Three...Two...Us

Five...Four...Three...Two...Us

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Warning: contains serious topics like self-harm, minor depression, and anxiety. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK "We were out at the movies with our friends, of course we didn't expect to get kidnapped on the way out. He didn't do much but I guess he was just waiting. His only ask was that we didn't say a word. When he let us go, he told us his full name, even showed a few tattoos. All worthy information for the police right?" I chuckled nervously "But he said don't tell. Of course someone told. We didn't know anyone told. We didn't know anything was going to happen, but after a while he started a little murder spree. One by one he killed someone else from our group, not all at once. Days, or, weeks apart. There are two of us left, let's been a month, but now we have to live with the question 'are we next? or are we safe?' Who told? Who'd they tell? Living in question, and fear isn't someone I'd like to happen to anyone else." And then the camera cut.
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Highest ranking #1 as on 4th July 2017 "Tell me you are mine" the cold, sharp, merciless blade tried to force me into submission. Into HIS submission. I am not a property that anyone can own. "I-I am yours". Green is supposed to be my favorite color but as I look into his green merciless eyes I feel nothing but fear. "Good girl. Now, we don't want your dear ones hurt, do we?" **** Where do you see yourself in three years? Two? One? What gives you the certainty that there will be one at all? In a world where most people dream and everything is normal, how would it feel to not know what normal is? Life is never easy, and it won't ever be. It's harder when you have demons of your past and devils in your present to fight against. No one wants to lose, but how long can you keep yourself stable? Only the strong and brave survives in the race. Is she strong and brave? Triggers are present.

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