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"s**t."
I cursed aloud at the sight of the darkness around me. The room was pitched black. As a child I discovered at an early age that in the dark sometimes there are things that don't exist or at least the humans don't believe to exist. I didn't dare to move from wherever I was. "s**t. s**t. s**t. s**t.!" I squeezed my eyes shut as I chanted those words in my mind. A cold chill went up my spine which reminded me of my mother's words.
"Their attracted to negative energy."
I stopped chanting and held my breath listening for any sound that could give me a hint of where I was exactly. Nothing. I opened my eyes and ran my hand along the floor where I sat hugging myself pathetically. I felt something cold and metallic it was so cold I fingered the strange thing it was a chain. The item clinked against something further away and suddenly I could hear so many whispers coming from around me that It was if they were all in the same room. A nervous sweat trickled down the left side of my face as I made an attempt to get communicate with the whispers even though i already had a hunch of what they really were. "Um.. hello?" My voice echoed throughout the room. The whispers stopped whispering and suddenly I felt something very cold touching my right shoulder. My heart beat so fast it was if it was an animal banging to be let out of a cage trapped with a beast. The cold thing on my shoulder stayed still . I tried not to breath but i couldn't help it as urine trickled down my legs. The cold touch stayed on my shoulder for what seemed like an eternity. I didn't dare move. Suddenly I heard something creak and the lights clicked on. The whispers suddenly returned only sounding different this time they were.. scared? I could see everything I was in a room full of magical seals that suppress magical power. The symbols were even engraved in the floor. The room had no windows and it was completely empty. No ghosts in sight. I sighed in relief. The cold thing on my hand twitched without thinking I whirled around at the same time crawling backwards. There was a boy who's face was covered entirely in bandages along with his hands. Whoever he was somehow seeing him relieved me of my fears. A loud sound of a door swinging open made us both turn our attention to the other side of the room.
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Title:
The Fiery brown eyes
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Artist:
Minxess
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Description:
Forged from the world of my imagination.
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Date:
06/14/2012
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Tags:
fiery
brown
eyes
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