Unravelling Sanity

Unravelling Sanity

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If you took a quick glance at Marie Donnelly as you passed her by on a busy Victorian street, you would think of her as a plain looking woman. Her hair would be braided neatly and she would give you a curtious nod or prehaps a breif fleeting smile. Nothing out of place. But if you took a moment to speak with her- you mght realise she isn't quite as normal as you first made her out to be. You might notice her flickering eyes, the way she stutters as she battles with the voices inside her head. Heck, you could even catch a flash of metal in the corner of your eye. That would be the shiny knife she carried in her pocket; hopefully you won't catch the whiff of stale blood.
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A baby girl is born in the year of 1995. She had a loving childhood and a loving family, what could go wrong? An individual's life is hard and unpredictable, but could it be really bad to the extent of affecting an entire country? How bad is really bad, and how much trauma can a human take before they break? What does a 'broken human' entail? From the ordinary to the outrageous, read on to find out. "She heard gunshots, she heard the guards yelling at her to stop, but she continued running. She ran and ran, probably the fastest she had ever ran in her entire life. She dashed into the room and quickly scanned it for a place to hide. So many...wait, what is this, a morgue? A flurry of footsteps and voices dashed through the doors. She turned around. There was no where to hide. They've seen her. They saw her already. Backing up against the wall, facing them, she prepared for the worst." Cover by dashinvaine

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