Twisted Game

Twisted Game

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The story begins when Rose, the main character returns after 1 year in a Mental institutional program, after being considered a threat to herself and others. But the real story starts way back, back in a time where nothing had still happened. Rose knew everyones secrets and she wasn't afraid to let them know of that. Everyone who was afraid of her just showed how much they were afraid of their secret and how deeply they wanted to hide it. With the death of a young girl, Annabell, who kill herself because she wanted to keep her secret quiet. After this everyone started to be afraid of the purpotions their secrets were taking and the fear they had for Rose started growing. After she was put on a Mental Institution, everyone relaxed and lived their own lifes without the fear but when she comes back, all the pressure, all the games, all the secrets start turning into monsters and it gets to real. Lying isn't funny anymore, truth is the only way to go... When will they realize that? The story is narrated by Rose, seeing always her point of view and others too... But will things be as it seems or isn't she the main player of this twisted game? A game that promises bringing memories, truths and lies, opinions and lots of secrets to the open wide. Never tell your secret if you're not ready to deal with it. So are you ready to tell your secret? A story based on Pretty Little Liars
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