A Journey Home

A Journey Home

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On a cold autumns day....... No not like that, that's basic. It was a great day to be alive...... No that's too tacky and so not true. To start a story is really hard especially if you're trying to exaggerate it. To hook the reader in is like trying to get a perfect score on a test you never even knew you had. You thought you knew it all but when push comes to shove you fail. One thing that's actually hard when trying to write a story is finding a way to put what's on your mind into words, so it can make sense to others as well as yourself. I may know what I'm going to say but do you? Although this is hard for me, it is easy for people like my brother Adam. He can understand what anybody going through.
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I'm about to tell you a story about a girl. A normal girl. A girl that had no cares in the world, until her trust for it was stripped away. When you read her story, you'll find yourself trusting her, loving her, rooting for her. But you see, not everyone gets to trust the world. Not everyone has a happy ending. --- Halfway through the kiss however, his attitude changed; instead of being a loving embrace, it became a fierce trap. His grip on her waist tightened, trapped her where she was instead of simply holding her where he wanted her. The hand in her hair grabbed a section of it, enforcing his demand for her not to go anywhere. Before she knew what was happening, he left go of her hair, and pushed her to the ground. She gasped, suddenly able to breathe. He stood up and walked over to her. He placed a soft hand on her cheek, just like he used to when he was telling her how special she was to him. None of the emotion was there this time however, all she could feel radiating from his was rage. "You shouldn't have run off, babe," he said bitterly. "I was about to show you how much I loved you. Instead, I now have to show you what happens when you anger me." --- The men regarded her, before she was shoved to the ground and one produced a whip. There, laying broken on the floor, as the other girls watched, she was whipped. Slowly, she felt her skin breaking in time with her heart and her will.

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