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Why cant i remember? This is so stressful. I feel as if im letting down people i dont even know. Its hard. Why cant they understand im not the same person anymore.
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(EDITING IN PROGRESS) The five of them: Kuroko Tetsuya, Kise Ryouta, Midorima Shintaro, Aomine Daiki, and Murasakibara Atsushi. Why is it that I do not recognize them, yet they recognize me? Is there a reason to why they have an undying hate towards me, despite just meeting them? What could I have possibly done to them in the past to make things turn out this way? And why is it that I don't remember? I have many questions, but what I don't have are answers.Concluída
Prisoners of the Facilities
Must break free.. can't do this anymore.. this torture must stop.. help me.. please.. But no one came.. no ever came to help me.. It's time I learn to help myself..Concluída
The Devils in My Life
Ever thought how we just meet strangers and they become more than even our blood relatives? That happened to me like everyone else. I met them on a strange note. So strange that I would not even have conversed with them more than necessary but when they became my saviours... I couldn't help it. I fell for them (not my fault they all have been rizzing me up from the beginning. And yes it is a harem. I am confused myself.) But did I do the right thing? I have been questioning myself ever since my parents got kidnapped in front of my eyes. I would've been too if not for them and my best friends. But now... I don't know what is what anymore. They are not what they seem, not even my best friends. And me? It all happened because of me. Those goons want something from me and I didn't even know I had it. I am still not sure if I have it. Some stone or something. But now I have got a news that I have been betrayed by the very people I had fallen in love with. What am I supposed to do? Them: We saved her. But we are the very reason she should be afraid. She should be hating us but she doesn't. Why? Because she doesn't know the truth. We lied, decieved, and what not. But never in our life felt an ounce of guilt but now that we have done the same to her... our inner self is screaming at us to go die in a fire. Why is that? What has she done to us? And moreover Why do we feel guilty? Why do we want to keep her by our side even if she hates us? Shall we find out?Concluída
Sealed and Silenced (Watty Awards 2012)
My name has been forgotten, tossed away like a piece of trash. I do not talk. I do not look anyone in the eyes. My hands shake from my past and I barley sleep at night. I always hear the grunts and the groans of the men that abuse me. I see the insanity in their eyes. They see the fear in mine. I had a chance to escape. I took it but it landed me back in the same position. It seems like I will never escape.Concluída
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There is a war raging within me, a constant battle between what I know and what I feel. My priorities became a blur after you happened, and absence never felt so real.Concluída
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Disclaimer: this story was written when I was very young and didn't know how to write, apologies for poor writing My name is Y/n L/n. About two years ago monsters had returned to the surface. Many people don't like them back, but I'm not like that. I secretly support them, I secretly do because my family doesn't approve of monsters. But what happens when I meet a monster that changes everything?Concluída
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