You're Not Alone

You're Not Alone

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WpMetadataReadConcluida jue, ene 28, 2016<5 mins
... So um.....I'm doing this for someone You see I have a friend that feels like she is the worst friend ever Why? Well you see I am one of those people that usually is cheerful (yeet!) and niceties make people happy My friend-who-shall-remain-nameless-at-the-moment doesn't and feels like a horrible friend So I thought about cheering her up in many ways But I also thought that some people out there in the world might feel the same way my fiend is feeling...that they are not a good friend...that they should be friend-less... ....and I want to prove them wrong... So this short story/poem/whatever you like to call it for all of you people out there Enjoy! ~Please note I suck at writing ...
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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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