I'm not alone?

I'm not alone?

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When was the last time I had fun? When was the last time I felt happiness? What happened to the old happy me? What happened to the cheerful energetic me? The answer was simple... The old me died because of the WORLD and the PEOPLE inside it... All the pain and suffering and rejection... I couldn't bear it anymore... Everything hurts... I'm all alone no family, no friends.... There's no one on my side.... I'm all alone in the darkness, looking for the exit.... When will someone save me? When will someone help me? WHEN? Who knew some people with such friendly faces could be so terrible? Of course no one expected it.. I also didn't expect that my FRIENDS would betray me.... What should I do now? Once again... I'm alone in the dark with no one by my side..... [A/N: Hey everyone! A quick reminder this story has bad words in it and self-harm, if you don't like those two I suggest you won't read this... Just a quick reminder! And please DO NOT rewrite this. That is all have fun!]
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WORK IN PROGRESS‼️ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── There was no noise; I was at peace, and ironically, the stone-cold pavement never seemed warmer as my blood oozed out of me and around me like a painted canvas. I was slowly losing consciousness, but my mind never seemed happier now that I was dying. The white walls with big bright lights did not resemble heaven; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I thought I had died. When I came to, I found myself in this strange place, disoriented and confused. I looked around and found another five pairs of eyes looking at me with the same emotion swirling in their gaze. Now, 15 years later, I train with these girls. Our makers take care of us, feed us, and make sure we are clean, healthy, and fit. Some of us never had that; that's probably why it took so long for us to realize we were being used. The dirty work they made us do, none of us questioned it. How could we when we were taken off the streets? For a chance at normalcy, we settled for anything, even if that meant blurring the lines of right and wrong. After a mission gone haywire, we started noticing, and now we strike back to take our voices and reclaim the power that was used on us as a way to control us. After all, they are the ones who trained us; we are just returning our long-overdue favour. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Rankings : Featured in Mystery-thriller #5 in Mystery-thriller on 7/12/24

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