My World Turned Upside Down

My World Turned Upside Down

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"How could I, I was 10 and depressed, my family was dead. I sat in my room for a long time, grieving. Until now" I said. He looked at me, "15 years of grieving, is to long" Sean said. "Well, I mean yeah they could be troublesome, sometimes, but I still love them, I never stopped loving, it's called being human" I said. "So... Does this mean you never......stopped loving me" Sean said, I tried looking at him. "How could I not, I mean you were perfect. Happy all the time, serious when needed to, perfect soul, perfect body. You were what I dreamed for, but I can't help that I moved away." I said, that broke him. He started crying, then he released me from the table. He hugged me tightly, before kissing me. I kissed back, taking the advantage, slamming my fist into his face.
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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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