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My Angel [#Wattys2016]
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Sometimes, I hate my life. Wouldn't it be better for everyone if I just got the courage to slit my wrists, put the gun of a barrel in my mouth and pull the trigger, or fasten a noose around my neck?
These were my thoughts before half of the people in my life were murdered and before I met the best person in my entire life.
Now I fight monsters with a group of people who basically kidnapped me off of the street.
I get to stare into the most beautiful and majestic eyes as I fall asleep. I get to kiss angelic lips... literally.
This is me, Melody Pond, as I live through hardships, sex, and most importantly, living with an angel. My angel.
(Supernatural fan-fic)
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Since you were a child all you've seen were the confines of a facility you were roughly forced into at just five years old; barren rooms, empty white walls, and most importantly, the scientists that turned you into something that wasn't quite human-who gave you connections to something that definitely wasn't human. But now? You've escaped, due to a sudden fire. And after an unnerving encounter with a sadistic killer, you're brought to a place where you're promised safety. Although, with everything that's happened in your life so far you have trouble trusting it, and that burning feeling deep within your skin is getting stronger, begging to be released-begging for revenge. ------------ FYI's: -ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO PLEASE LET ME KNOW OF ANY ERRORS !! -Y/N is gender-neutral in this story, and is regarded by they/them pronouns. -Not all details of Jeff and the other creepypastas will be exact. Their backstories and motives will be the same, but some visual differences may be there. -Obviously blood and death will be mentioned. -Y/N is 18 in this story, and Jeff is 19 ------------ Current Word Count- 43,078 ------------ Credits to @pyanyasha on Instagram, and TikTok for the art on the cover, check their art out !
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