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The next morning I opened my eyes. Three days left before I was gone. I got up early on purpose. Serena was sitting still, staring at an old photo of me, the one from before, when I used to ride horses. I was confident in that photo, full of life. Every girl on campus had wanted to be with that version of me. "Missing the old days? Too bad about my legs." She startled and quickly tucked the photo away. Then she noticed what I had deliberately exposed. My bare skin, covered in scars. And carved into my lower body were the word "trash". The surrounding skin was a ruin of overlapping wounds.

Dave holds his child's hand who is about to finish her plate, "Someday, when the time is right, you will understand, why we are being protective to you. Your true identity and where you came from won't matter but the pureness of your heart will." Amelia squeezed her eyes and queered, "What do you mean Dave?" Before Dave can answer a strong wind whoosh outside the window which made the curtains part. The coldness of the air from the outside enters the room and secures a creepy feeling on their skin giving them freakish goosebumps.

She could feel the worms wriggling in her heart, the squirming of the worms made her stomach queasy. However, her attention was suddenly diverted as a gust of cold wind swept across her face, and blew her long hair. The gust of wind carried voices whispering in her ear, not the whispers of the surrounding leaves, but other whispers that she could understand. Leah looked left and right, it seemed that no one felt the gust of wind and whispers except for her. Even Mia and Grace who were standing so close to her didn't feel what she felt. The whisper called her name, she was sure. Not the sound of the wind, or the voices in her head, someone called her name

She became part of the casualties, one less problem on their ledgers. She clawed her way out from under the rubble, nails bloody, left shoulder hanging wrong. Two fingers bent sideways—she nearly gagged at the sight. She didn’t cry. She dragged herself clear of the wreck, crawled through a hole in the burning wall, and collapsed in the icy mud behind the kitchens. Dawn crept over the sky in violet and gold. Pretty, if you like that sort of thing. She hated it. She hated that it never changed, that the beauty meant nothing whether she’d been the clan’s prize or disgrace. Hated the stars for not even pretending to care. Hated her own lungs for gasping, her heart for beating stubbornly on.

A blast of cold air rushed up from below, smelling like wet stone, old blood, and something rotten beneath snow. The journal slid across the floor toward the opening. “No!” I lunged for it. Damien caught me tighter. “Leave it.” “No.” “That thing wants you closer.” “The book has been more honest than half the people in this town.” “It is not a person.” “Neither are half the people in this town.” The journal teetered on the edge. Pages fluttering. Glowing. Waiting. Then one page ripped free and flew upward on a burst of silver wind.

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CHAPTER 51 The best thing about nights is that I can finally read a book without any interruption. When it comes to daytime, I feel like everything is going to ruin my reading experience. The first time I tried to read a book on school was when I was in high school. At first it was great to read inside the library, but when people started to treat library as a cafeteria, that’s when I lost my focus and passion for staying and reading inside. I closed the book after I reached half of it. The story was about war and orphans. In short, it’s a whole lot of mess. I remembered what Mom said earlier. Danger is everywhere. Danger is inevitable.

She heard Irene scream in excitement, "what the hell are you guys doing?" "Oh, oh," Tasha and Irene turned to face her, "This is so good, Elle!" Irene ran to her and hugged her, "This is awesome!" "what are you talking about?" She frowned. "The book, who said you can't write romance? This book is so good! I can't even explain it in words," Irene squealed. "You liked it?" Elle smiled at her. "I loved it!" "I didn't know you could write a romance novel," Tasha blinked in surprise. "Dude, it's like you've poured your heart out," Tasha couldn't believe her eyes.

This is not a happy starting either. This is the story of Dua, a 19 yrs old girl. Dua is the hero of this story. The whole plotline revolves around her. My first book is completely based on a woman and her dark world. Now Dua is dead. Arin is alone, living in the Memories of her. I know the ending sucked but you guys better wait for the Bonus chapter. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️