Broken Sanity
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
761
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Broken Sanity
“The darkness surrounds me, and all the hopes I had… are lost in the emptiness that consume my heart. Darkness surrounds my soul; never giving it a chance to see the light. Therefore, it’s only a matter of time before it takes over complete, and I fall finally give in to pain and utter misery. The shattered and broken bond of happiness ends and my body become a broken vessel for the unwanted. Will you be the one to save me or are you here to condemn me; for my only sin is that I am alive.”
She was the embodiment of his nightmare… a mindless, killing machine…a soulless figure… like a figurine.
Her face didn’t show any remorse as countless bodies laid around her. Her eyes…oh how he hated those eyes, they seem to be taunting him. Her hair framed her pale face. Her soft, smooth and unblemished cheeks made him want to lick them, to suck on them just to get some make her blush. Those dark long eyelashes surrounded surreal eyes that even in the morning light showed demise, death, pain and misery. They were alluring and… it was beautiful… enchanting…he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight.
During the battle, she hadn’t made the slightest sound, like the gentle wind. Every contact with the enemy was like a dance. Her movements were precise……. it was perfect, admirably graceful, because it seemed to be filled with unexpressed spite, and beautiful, with deadly intension… but bloodcurdlingly chills, because there was no emotion and certainly no expression. She didn’t flinch once, or get a single drop of blood on her.
She was the shell of a person… no feeling, no sensitivity, like... like she was living simply because her heart was beating, her brain was functioning, her lungs working and for nothing more. And it scared him. Those words she repeated were still in his brain as he got up from the bed and walked toward the bathroom.
Every night he would have that same dream the girl in the middle of a massacre that she
caused and repeated those words over and over. he wanted to figure out what did the dream meant and why such a beautiful girl so empty……….his answer will soon come but not they way he wanted it to…..
In a crystallize container was the beautiful girl Azel was dreaming about…….
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TBC please review
She was the embodiment of his nightmare… a mindless, killing machine…a soulless figure… like a figurine.
Her face didn’t show any remorse as countless bodies laid around her. Her eyes…oh how he hated those eyes, they seem to be taunting him. Her hair framed her pale face. Her soft, smooth and unblemished cheeks made him want to lick them, to suck on them just to get some make her blush. Those dark long eyelashes surrounded surreal eyes that even in the morning light showed demise, death, pain and misery. They were alluring and… it was beautiful… enchanting…he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight.
During the battle, she hadn’t made the slightest sound, like the gentle wind. Every contact with the enemy was like a dance. Her movements were precise……. it was perfect, admirably graceful, because it seemed to be filled with unexpressed spite, and beautiful, with deadly intension… but bloodcurdlingly chills, because there was no emotion and certainly no expression. She didn’t flinch once, or get a single drop of blood on her.
She was the shell of a person… no feeling, no sensitivity, like... like she was living simply because her heart was beating, her brain was functioning, her lungs working and for nothing more. And it scared him. Those words she repeated were still in his brain as he got up from the bed and walked toward the bathroom.
Every night he would have that same dream the girl in the middle of a massacre that she
caused and repeated those words over and over. he wanted to figure out what did the dream meant and why such a beautiful girl so empty……….his answer will soon come but not they way he wanted it to…..
In a crystallize container was the beautiful girl Azel was dreaming about…….
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TBC please review