Drowning in Madness

Drowning in Madness

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This is based on an interview. Written as it was told to me, from the first person viewpoint. The names of the individuals have been changed, to protect their identities, even they do not know this information coming forth. From the mind of a man who daily deals with the troubles of manic depression, anxiety, borderline schizophrenia, and a form of OCD known as "Pure O", where one may be compelled to think out ways to commit murder of loved ones, we catch a glimpse into the madness. All characters are fictional, the details are told second hand, and is to be treated as such. If you are emotionally sensitive, stop reading now. If you are particularly empathetic, stop reading now. If you feel like you're drowning in your own madness, proceed with caution. You may find yourself agreeing with your demons. You were warned. This may tear at your emotions.
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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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