Broken Souls

Broken Souls

  • WpView
    Reads 4
  • WpVote
    Votes 1
  • WpPart
    Parts 1
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, May 21, 2015
Pain has a way with you. He finds it funny. How your insides churn. How your heart pumps louder. Faster. How your body ripples with the pain that courses through your veins. And I side with Pain. It brings a wicked peace to the center of my heart. To see humans beg for their lives. It's pathetic if you ask me. They party all night. Get drunk. Have sex. Then the next day they wake up with a huge hang-over, and they have to go to school. Take that fuckers! That, my lovelies, is called Karma. And Karma loves to bite you in the god-damn ass. Now, back to business. I find it funny and relaxing. To watch people struggle to breath. Struggle and force their organs to work. Trying to stop their bodies from shutting down. It's useless. Your souls is already gone. Left you and your ugly body to rot and die. Alone. It's fun if you ask me. But sometimes, it gets lonely for ME. So, tonight, at 9.p.m, I'll be hosting a party. No invitation needed. Hope to see you there…
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ✓
  • A Beautiful Piece Of Broken Pottery
  • The Sadistic Pair (Karma x reader) (slight remake) Discontinued
  • 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭| 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 |𝟏𝟖+
  • The experiment.
  • Sanctuary
  • ...
  • The Mafia's Mercy
  • Caged By Him
  • Her Chaos

╰┈➤ ❝ [I stood there in unequivocal revelation, the lagging pain slowly catching up with me, but before I could release a fraction of the pain into my screaming, a bell rang, and suddenly, pilfered from my body was the ability to move. My face neutral and my muscles disabled as I fell face-first into the hard, scathing rock that lay unmoved before me.] 》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ * 。° 。 • ˚《 Imagine awakening in an environment you deemed unfamiliar, your back thrumming in pain, with your mind staying clear of how you ended up there or simply the moments that lead to your position. You try to find a way out and later realize that you can't even remember who you are; your memories purged, your identity unknown. It takes you a good amount of time, pain, and effort, and eventually you manage to gather tiny fragments of who you were along with the trauma of how you retrieved it, but it's okay, maybe it's all worth it as you finally make contact with another person. Turns out she was your best friend. Finally, it looks like all is turning up until you learn of all the inhumane things you've done in your past, things that evade your newfound morals, things that were so detrimental to society that when you hear the reason as to why you've been enduring such agony, you understand why. How many people did you even end up hurting? What did you do that was so bad, that it made millions wish the absolute worst of you? What will you do now?

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines