Night Flower story

Prison time part 2

The first prisoner (and she is fully aware of the meaning of her words, disappointment falls from her conscience and breaks defeated to gather the remains of the wreckage) Yes, it is the fateful fate....!

She stands to gather the sunshine of her hoarse voice and screams. She screams and blames life for its cursed game, saying: The fate of my beloved, the fate of a day promised to a beautiful girl in the prime of flowers who bears the sins of days and the threat of monsters.

I find myself on my bed wrestling with days of threats and a feast of imminent death, and I tell you what remains of the wreckage of my story...

The second prisoner (and the flames of hatred radiating with fear, fear of her truth and yet she tries to resist) she claims and afflicts me, do not believe her, do not believe her, she is a slanderer.

Looks piercing her with full force as if she were a lion in the middle of the forest, for a moment there was calm, a calm before the storm, only the sound of the cats screaming, the moan of the prisoner, that it was her destiny that she reaped what she sowed.

Innocent souls find no shelter after being displaced to settle in material shelters embodied in empty bodies, minds full of delusions and instincts of lusts.

She deserves her reality I finally fulfilled my wish for five people who will take my voice.