Madness (cancelled)

Madness (cancelled)

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Update: I have decided to stop writing this story, due to a lack of interest and motivation on my part. Fortunately, due to the anthology nature of the book, this will not interfere with what I have written so far, so I am choosing to leave it available for any readers. Please still vote if you enjoy a chapter, so that I can learn what you like and continue to develop my writing. What's your worst nightmare? It could be torture, or watching your friends die. Maybe it's the slow death, losing your mind a piece at a time as you waste away. Imagine if your pain was neverending. The torture doesn't kill you, and you can't sleep as it keeps you awake forever. You run away as your friends are killed in front of you, only to see them again, and again, and again. Your body wastes away, but only enough for it to be agony, not enough to kill you. You never grow old, and never die, but the pain is forever. Welcome to the madhouse, From the author of Datum.
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I killed my friends and it's my fault. But feels unexpectedly euphoric... Kyra is the Devils daughter but she doesn't know it. Soon she meets Coen (a guy with a rich history and inhumanly talents), little do they know what's in store for them. "I have just stabbed my favourite teacher. What is wrong with me. There's blood coming out of her chest, more and more as her heart pumps. But it's already too late because I see my scissors sticking up from her ribs as I feel unnaturally good. All of the guilt has somehow oozed out of me. I remember that I feel good only after the person has died so she must be dead. There is silence for about 10 seconds then everyone starts screaming and runs to the other side of the room to me. I don't know why but this is kinda fun. I slowly walk towards them, smirking, as the guy who bullied me for me whole life is shaking and grabbing onto his best friends shoulders. I'm not going to hurt them but it is fun torturing them. He has made my life miserable for 11 years so I'm not going to leave without out evening out the mental and physical indents he has had on my life. All those sleepless nights of crying, cut and bruises he has given me. I continue to walk even closer, everyone has started to back slowly away from him. He lets out a stupid high-pitched scream as I whisper to him." I swear I'm not a psychopath.

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