My story

Her thoughts were wild. The walls were caving in. No matter how hard she tried, there were no routes to kiss freedom outside. Her mind went beserk. The past was hunting her and the future held no hope.

She heard voices. She saw faces she couldnt recognize. They were telling
her something but she couldn't understand. They were calling her.Somewhere. Some place. But she doesn't want to follow. The faces were too pale, too lifeless. They were mourning. She knew. She doesn't want to mourn with them yet they never gave up. Everytime, every night, every day, they call out to her. They invade her dreams. She was begining to lose control. She was begining to soften her grip unwillingly.

The faces she knew were too far for her to reach. Those faces stared at her, like she didn't belong. She was an alien in her own land. She began to question everything but no one answered. No one bothered.. yet, those voices became stronger. They began to chant. It drove her crazy but she couldn't stop.

It was one of those nights when the chants began but this time, it was too intense. She couldn't resist. The force was too strong. Too powerful. It
was pulling her. It took her towards the chilling lake at the end of her village. She walked and walked without any hesitation. The lake that used to frighten her away seemed to be welcoming her. Her feet touched the murky waters. The chill reached her spine. With a jolt, she woke up.

It was too late. She was already dead. Yet, those voices never stopped calling. In her death, she never found peace. She never got her answers..

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