Nothing's Wrong

Nothing's Wrong

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Maggie is a girl living in a world that is falling apart. She's a normal teenage loner who is in love with the boy next door Noah Price. Only his girlfriend doesn't seem to happy. While the rest of the world is collapsing around them, Noah and Maggie find that each other is just about the only thing either of them has anymore. Part 1/3: Maggie goes to the final party of the school year only to be humiliated by Janna Hart, The Nefarious-Pig-Tail-Puller of Fifth Grade. Part 2/3: Things are getting worse and nothing seems to be planning to get better for Maggie. Her father is kidnapped and probably killed by the people he works for, leaving Maggie to bunk in with Noah. Part 3/3: In the End of The End Noah and Maggie talk about the things that matter and they walk like there's nothing wrong. Epilogue: Conclusion: Everyone dies, and an End is inevitable. If anyone recognizes some of the lines, I got the idea and the phrase 'We walk like there's nothing wrong.' from the Echosmith song "Nothing's Wrong", hence the title. Anything you recognize is from the song. The credit for those lines go completely to the band and I do not claim to own anything they created.
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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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