Innocent Danger
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There is nothing left of me to protect.
Dying by his hand would be less painful than this miserable life.
She convinced herself of this as she relaxed her tense muscles.
The sound of cracking echoed in the bathroom. For a brief second she thought the sound oriented from her broken bones. She was expecting to feel some kind of pain to echo through her body, to feel her organs as they turn into mush with each punch, to feel the disgusting taste of blood in her mouth...
... yet she felt nothing.
Like millions of red flowers blooming, the droplets of blood fell to the floor and created a path, a map on the broken mirror as it flew its way down.
She looked up in horror into his eye. His expression remained unchanged, as though he didn't know what pain would feel like.
"Murderer," he breathed out, gritting his teeth as he looked down at her.
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Welcome to the real world. A story of broken people.
A story like no others.
This is no fairytale, but the bittersweet reality.
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WARNING : Dark Story! One of the characters suffers from severe depression. Read at Your Own risk!
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