My own reality in Depression
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I'm considered the shy good little girl, who's family expects to get high up in the world, get a great husband and have kids. Little do they know that im screaming on the inside, desperately begging for a way out, with constant thoughts of dark things in my mind.
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what no please don't...do this with me mom no I can't handle your expanse anymore you are going to marry did you understand please mom don't I say no means no I already take money and you're going to marry himConcluída
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You don't get to keep fucking hurting me. I deal with all you bullshit and you expect me to keep a fucking baby because you in jail. Get real Camdyn.Concluída
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"What you expect of me isn't me! When will you get that through your think ass head?!" I screamed and slammed the front door. I was tired of her. She cheated on my dad and screw up my life. It feels like only yesterday when I found her dead body hanging from a tree and my dad on the run. Where's my brothers- "Oh my god- JAKOB! HUNTER!" I yelled through out the place I once called my house. Home was never with my family. Now not even my friends will listen to me. Now just to find safety.....Concluída
my mind is my own personal prison
come inside.Concluída
Blue Water ~ Lo'ak x OC
I thought you said you wouldn't leave me. | If either of us lied, it's not me. ~ STRONG LANGUAGE INSIDE & EXPLICIT CONTENTConcluída
not wanted
hi I'm rose. yes like the flower. my parents named me after the flower they both hate the most. why would they name me that well because they didn't want me.Concluída
The experiment.
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.Concluída
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what no please don't...do this with me mom no I can't handle your expanse anymore you are going to marry did you understand please mom don't I say no means no I already take money and you're going to marry him
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