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Bridgers_Is_Stolen

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Bridgers_Is_Stolen

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cult distopian dysfunctional foreshadowing insanity my-plot-twists-have-plot-twists pain personality schitzophrenia sixth-sense-level-foreshadowing teen voices

Knock. Knock. Knock.
    They're out there, controlling your every move.
    Boom. Boom. Boom.
    Telling you how to act.
    Thud. Thud. Thud.
    Telling you how to feel.
    Thump. Thump. Thump.
    And whenever you rebel, they plunge a needle into your skin.
    Pound. Pound. Pound.
    And they give you a disease. A mental disease that eats your mind.
    Bam. Bam. Bam.
    You'll never escape it.
    Bang. Bang. Bang.
    They can choose what pain you go through and what you feel.
    Bump. Bump. Bump.
    So answer the door. It's the voice in your head. Listen to it because if you don't, it finds a way. It escapes you in your voice.
    Slam. Slam. Slam.
    So be careful, and make your choice wisely because you can never really know which voice is truly yours.
    Smack. Smack. Smack.
    And which is theirs.
    Smash. Smash. Smash.
    Shh...
    Listen.
    CRASH!
  
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    The things in our own minds are ultimately the deadliest. Saige doesn't know what's inside her, but she could always fight it off for long enough... if she wanted to. But sometimes there's just no other way to feel again.
    And now mental diseases- or better said, their symptoms- are available via injections and ingestion. Saige is transferred to the worst of these poison bearing Facilities, Quithelen.
    Soon, however, she meets Raid, who introduces her to the closest thing to a dysfunctional family. Everyone seems to be getting along just fine until people start making their secrets disappear. Quite literally.
    But everyone there seems so perfect, and Saige can only wonder how such perfect people could be placed there. In a place to break the broken. It's all wrong.
    The Facilities have developed the diseases and cursed the one's lower on the chain. The one's who never deserved it. It's all falling in, yet there's a small whisper of unexplained hope.
       But after all...
  How do you fight what's in your own mind?All Rights Reserved

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Tainted by Marie__reid

Tainted- affect with a bad or undesirable quality. My past is tainted along with my present, My future is tainted me forever a peasant. But worst and most morbidly and treacherous of all, My love is tainted and that will be my final fall. Kira's tainted and undesirable past has damned her future to the depths of fear and hiding. Death follows her around like a stench and seems to consume all of those who she holds too closely, forcing her to keep a safe distance from all around her but her family who is in just as deep as she is. Jesse's tainted and undesirable past has done the exact same thing. His past made protection and care blossom in his chest for anyone who may cross his path. Especially when the new girl and her brother who have a knack for lying begin to catch his attention and his perceptive eyes begin to catch onto their deadly secrets. Keeping secrets is her forte, but soon her brother's new best friend takes an interest in her life and watches her every move, what happens when he catches onto her secrets, will all the pieces start to fall into place and the lies turn into truths? +++ "The name's Jesse," he extends his hand for me to take. I glare down at his gesture and then my eyes slowly travel up his body and soon I get to his dark green eyes which I remember as black but up close I realize now they're a forest green. "What the hell are you doing in my room?" my voice comes out cold and demanding, which seems to entertain him because his smirk turns into a full on grin and he lets out a short laugh. "I was looking for the bathroom and got lost pipsqueak," he grins at me. "Last time I checked my bedroom didn't have a toilet in it now get out," I growl lowly. "Make me."

The Street Fighter (#Wattys2014) by KenZ_Dizzy95

"Talk to you about it?" I asked with a dark laugh. "it's not as easy as you make it sound," "Yes, Garret! Talking! You know what that is right? It's very easy! You just open your mouth and let the words that are in your head, come out of your mouth." "It's not that simple," I fought down emotions that were building up. "Yes, it is! See, i'm doing it right now!" "No-it's not!" "Yes!" "No!" "Yes! just talk, dang it!-" "You just expect it to be easy to talk about my dead parents?! About how guilty I feel for not visiting their grave for the past 11 years?! I didn't even realize how long it's been, I had pretty much forgotten about them for 11 years! Do you know what kind of guilt is eating at me right now!" I shouted in angst, my hands grabbing at the clothes on top of my head and pushing it into myself, wanting to just be shielded away from everything I was feeling, guilt, sadness, from thinking about more people I've lost in my life. Before I could even react, Keeley's tiny arms wrapped themselves around my torso. ~  Garret had a difficult life. His parent's died when he was 10, and he got moved around for 4 year's in foster care. He finally find's a home where he feels like he's family, He has a mom, dad and a brother. 4 years later things happen and everything start's to go wrong. People die and people you thought you knew show a whole different side. Garret finds himself distancing from everybody. Because if he's not close to anybody, they cant get hurt. Right?  One day while at a fight he runs into Keeley, who is a spirited and confident little fireball. when they met it left an impression on Garret, soon he finds himself wanting to know her more. and soon, he find's himself falling for her.  Everyone Garret's ever loved has died, has gotten hurt, or stabbed him in the back.will he be able to trust her enough to let her close,or push her away to keep them both from getting hurt? © 2013

My Little Idiot by jessedictor

"I bet you wouldn't". These words were going to make her rethink her entire life. These words were going to place her where she belongs. I can't turn down a good dare. She provoked me. Deep down she knows this is her fault. At any moment her feeble dad could come stumbling in and see her engaged in my "bet". She found me waiting for her in her bed. She was wearing that ripped grey knitted top and black skirt she always wears. She looks like someone trying to steal a stripper's style but doesn't have the time or experience. I had leaned back with my legs open. I smiled at her. "What the hell are you doing here" she stuttered out. The smirk I had seemed appropriate. She seemed nervous. "I'm here to take you as mine. That time I saved you... I dunno. You're just want I want." I said to her, as she made herself small. "I'm just an idiot..." she trailed off. I stood up. I towered over her; she was so tiny besides me. "I'm here to take you away from your parents. I'm here to make you mine." Four months later, she's here at my place. I think she hates me. She's mostly a junkie though, so her hatred only gets to go so far before she comes back. She tried to find some other guy to support her, but that guy found out quick that's how you end up with a bloody face. I'm face is already so wrecked that I don't get to worry about keeping it pretty. I think all the Cartlidge in the bridge of my nose is gone from too many punches.

Voices in My Head by Nerounin

Pain. Agonizing pain. That's all I feel. Voices. Whispering voices. That's all I hear. I hear them over and over inside of my head. I can't escape. I can't fight back. This is my life. This is my story. And if you can give me your time, I'll tell it to you. *Warning: contains themes of selfharm and mental disorders **Completed as of 7/30/18

The Devils in My Life by srizafiction

Ever thought how we just meet strangers and they become more than even our blood relatives? That happened to me like everyone else. I met them on a strange note. So strange that I would not even have conversed with them more than necessary but when they became my saviours... I couldn't help it. I fell for them (not my fault they all have been rizzing me up from the beginning. And yes it is a harem. I am confused myself.) But did I do the right thing? I have been questioning myself ever since my parents got kidnapped in front of my eyes. I would've been too if not for them and my best friends. But now... I don't know what is what anymore. They are not what they seem, not even my best friends. And me? It all happened because of me. Those goons want something from me and I didn't even know I had it. I am still not sure if I have it. Some stone or something. But now I have got a news that I have been betrayed by the very people I had fallen in love with. What am I supposed to do? Them: We saved her. But we are the very reason she should be afraid. She should be hating us but she doesn't. Why? Because she doesn't know the truth. We lied, decieved, and what not. But never in our life felt an ounce of guilt but now that we have done the same to her... our inner self is screaming at us to go die in a fire. Why is that? What has she done to us? And moreover Why do we feel guilty? Why do we want to keep her by our side even if she hates us? Shall we find out?

His Little Play Thing by HanMarie66

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Dear Universe, ✔ by deadbeatvalentines

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The experiment. by shrosz

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This is my truth by KristinaFigolah

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Tainted

Tainted- affect with a bad or undesirable quality. My past is tainted along with my present, My future is tainted me forever a peasant. But worst and most morbidly and treacherous of all, My love is tainted and that will be my final fall. Kira's tainted and undesirable past has damned her future to the depths of fear and hiding. Death follows her around like a stench and seems to consume all of those who she holds too closely, forcing her to keep a safe distance from all around her but her family who is in just as deep as she is. Jesse's tainted and undesirable past has done the exact same thing. His past made protection and care blossom in his chest for anyone who may cross his path. Especially when the new girl and her brother who have a knack for lying begin to catch his attention and his perceptive eyes begin to catch onto their deadly secrets. Keeping secrets is her forte, but soon her brother's new best friend takes an interest in her life and watches her every move, what happens when he catches onto her secrets, will all the pieces start to fall into place and the lies turn into truths? +++ "The name's Jesse," he extends his hand for me to take. I glare down at his gesture and then my eyes slowly travel up his body and soon I get to his dark green eyes which I remember as black but up close I realize now they're a forest green. "What the hell are you doing in my room?" my voice comes out cold and demanding, which seems to entertain him because his smirk turns into a full on grin and he lets out a short laugh. "I was looking for the bathroom and got lost pipsqueak," he grins at me. "Last time I checked my bedroom didn't have a toilet in it now get out," I growl lowly. "Make me."