Chains
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I stood there feeling the wind wipe away my tears. I stare at the stony shape in front of me. Who said that life is fair who said that if you loved life it might give you what you want. These were all Lies some bullshit i can never understand. i wonder why can't i have a happy ending, maybe that wasn't my true end. My heart was aching, my eyes were sore, my breath was fastening, my mind was drifting taking a fast look at how it all started and how it all ended. It's like the pain that torture you and killing you slowly step by step never giving you the chance to die and end all of this. Death would be way better than this kind of pain. A tiny hand held mines relaxing me a bit. i looked down at the blue ocean eyes i have always loved. i gave out a small smile trying to convince myself that everything might be all right. Even if the chains were too strong i was tied up with way more stronger than the iron chains! The physical pain is bearable but my own pain must have and end i could never bear any more of it. i will break the chains down. I have to carry out this i have to take the risks i have to fight i have to win my own battle !
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I am dying. I know this because i can feel all my senses leaving me. I can see flashes, recollections, of my past. They preen at me through my lashes. But I am calm. There is a feeling of delirium thumping in my heart, spreading through my body. With the little strength that I can muster, I reach out to take hold of the nearest objects to me. It ties me to the earth, but when my eyes no longer see light, the bond that keeps me on this world will be severed, and no longer shall i be alive. What if you and a four other people where the only ones alive on earth? After the Apocalypse, everyone died. Except for five of us. My name is Thalia, when I was thirteen years old, the earth was broken by deadly storms, methane, tsunamis, earthquakes. I survived. For years I wandered the earth, raiding abandoned shops for food, seeking shelter. Now I am fifteen, I feel like I have found a home. I have found a band of survivors like me. These people survived the Apocalypse, and now, we want answers .
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