As Fear Faces (2)

As Fear Faces (2)

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Story 2: Her head turns unraveling her true emotions. Her eyes so colorful now haunted by a red scarlet. Vomit is smothered across her blood ridden lips and tears fall from her pale skin. Yellow chunks of bile hang in her fallen hair. This girl hasn't been diagnosed bulimic nor has she caught the common flu. She has watched a man kill 27 people and his father turn 4 humans into 1. She stares at both, both of which she has found compassion for. They are the government, the ones who cursed her with her colorful eyes that cover her vision when she seems to remember something. The man who took away all her memories and replaced them with fake ones so she wouldn't fret. She's trapped in the Society, watching as they kill off civilians but she was here to get her memory back. Olympia demands her memory back, only then does she realize she is an experiment of her own. What will she do? The second edition to Mirror at a Glance.
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