Seven Fears

Seven Fears

  • WpView
    Reads 296
  • WpVote
    Votes 7
  • WpPart
    Parts 1
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing46m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Mar 28, 2016
Nixie suffers from severe anxiety, and she finds that the only way to quiet her demons is the apathy that the drugs offer. She's made many attempts to end her life. Seven is her lucky number. She expects death to be a dark, abysmal wall, but what she finds on the other side is the complete opposite. *This story could be offensive, depending on how you look at the afterlife.*
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • The experiment.
  • Find Me If You Can.
  • Ends of the Earth [DNF]
  • LifeLine ~ (Dnf? - Angst)
  • Then stay
  • What He Wrote
  • Shattered
  • Panic

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.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines