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They don’t care who you are. They don’t care what you are. Nothing matters. To them- To him, you are disposable. To him, you are weak. Useless. Nothing but a grain of sand beneath his shoe. I know this from personal experience. For twelve years I was the King’s prized possession, his loyal assassin. I was praised by the guards, held on a pedestal by anyone and everyone loyal to him. I killed every person he asked, exterminated every target he gave to me, completed every mission. No questions, no hesitation. I did everything he ...
Submitted to Contest #329
TW: Mental health, mentions of murder/ attempted murder and physical violence, suicidal thoughts, cuss words The cold sent chills down my spine.There were screams in the air.There was blood on my hands.There were bodies on the floor.There was an ache in my head.There was blood on my clothes.MY blood.There were footsteps outside, getting closer.Fear gathered in my chest, stealing the breath from my lungs.I couldn’t-‘DAVIA!’That’s my name. Someone’s calling to me.“DAVIA RUN!”They’re after me.I need to go, need to run, to get as far from here ...
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TW: Mental Health, Suicide Harsh winds nipped at the strands of the unkempt cascade of caramel colored hair down her back, the breeze biting at her exposed flesh, its glacial temperatures cruel against her raw skin. Marianna shuddered at the feel of the icy fingers clawing at her, desperately trying to drag her down, down, down… The wind whispered atrocities in her ear, daring her to fall, begging her to disappear into the abyss just as so many others had before her. She wondered too, if it was truly the wind, or something more sinister t...
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