Darkest Secret Chapter 1
I've lived in indiana for fourteen years and never once ran away from this boring place. I don't know why.
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I've lived in indiana for fourteen years and never once ran away from this boring place. I don't know why.
*chapter 1* Hi my name is Ruby. My sister charmed has recently died with a demon called Evan. I'm 3 year older that charmed and that makes me 13.
Chapter 1~ Joanne's POV It was just a normal day. I was sitting on my couch watching TV when I heard the loud, and unforgiving knock at my apartment door.
This is a warning. Please don't read as this is my journal. I strong opinion and difference offend you, please don't read on in fear of your own life. This book is cursed.
Today's my baby brother's birthday you see. Fourteen years old he would be. Few photos I have of him our sis and me. The last one just before I broke my arm falling out if next door's tree.
"well there isnt" Jamie said but his sister seemed to disagree.
Jamie walked through the town square pushing through the crouds of shoppers. Christmas eve. What a stupid time to be out and about, for Jamie anyway.
*Before anyone asks, it's fictional.* Hi there, Little Sister, It's been ten months since you left, Mum and Dad still mourn you, And we all still feel bereft.
By Gemma Doyle. Miranda's tears had stopped but her face was puffed and she couldn't help but think of Tom.
(Story idea if I don't carry on with Black Swan.) (Don't know what name to use for a title!) I sat on the damp street tears mixed with rain drops rolling down my face.
Today you would have been 17, My big sister. Even though I didn't know you, I really miss ya.
Somebody told me that you were dying, As soon as I found out I burst out crying. You're such a lovely innocent girl, With big brown eyes and dark curls.
Ƥreface; Ƭhere's been four months between when I buried my sister in a pale satin dress, and now. It's my fault she's dead, too. That's the worst part.
Chapter 5 =+= No. Dylan James- my cousin- was not what he made out he was. He was a scam artist. I can't believe it. But he is.
School would be starting in a few days. I couldn't bear the thought of it. My senior year. My senior year without my second identity; without my soulmate and only brother Steven.
#halloweenparty. A misty fog. Shrouds my sight. As I venture. Into the darkening night. Stalk along alleys. Hidden well. None shall know. None shall tell. Stride blindly. Through the thick blanket.
"NO. Let.Me.GO!" "Miss, please remain calm. This is merely a routine questioning. Please, we need your co-operation!" "Get off me!" They handcuff me and throw me into the back of a police car.
I keep your black ashes. Next to my bed. I peer at your remains. While I rest my head. I should let go. But I'm not ready still. I'll get rid someday. But I love you Lil. I miss my sister.
#household Welcome back to your old home, For you were missed, we were alone, Remember me. I was your brother, That's your Papa and your mother.
CHAPTER 1 I watched the blood, there was so much. Too much. That shouldn't be him. Of all people, why him. I stared at our television screen in horror watching him be tortured. I couldn't bear it.
My sister Sara, was 18, she'd just graduated, she had her whole life ahead of her.
My little sister Lottie, I'm going through her things. Packed in boxes in the attic, But still the memory stings.
This is an extract from my childhood diary, 17 days after the death of my eight year old sister, Isobel. Dear Universe I think about her sometimes, when the whole house is quiet.
A years worth of tears splashed down my bright red cheeks. I rested my violets by the gravestone, with my attached message: Dear Sis, I love you. I always have.