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Hadley is Lost. Living is a struggle with her
family gone, leaving her the lone survivor of a horrible car accident. As
Hadley struggles to overcome the grief that comes with the loss of her family,
she wonders if she wants to continue living. Life doesn’t feel worth living
until she meets Avery. Avery…who makes her want to feel things she shouldn’t so
soon after her tragic loss. Avery…who makes her want to live. With Avery’s
love, will she be able to overcome the grief or will it consume her?
I am alone, a single
soul. No longer am I a part of a family unit .The overwhelming feeling of loss
is paving its way through my body. Who knew your heart could actually hurt or
that you could feel so damn empty inside. I feel like brittle glass. I bet if
someone touched me I would shatter into a million tiny pieces. Digging my nails
into my wrist I embrace the pain my nails are causing as they sharply bite into
My mother used to always say; Hadley, that
which doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
I personally think it’s a crock of crap. I mean what exactly does it do
to make you stronger? What exactly am I supposed to feel like? Superman? It
didn’t make them stronger; all it did was take them away from me. Sighing
inwardly, I was so close to death and I don’t feel strong at all. I feel like a
suicidal wreck. I can’t help but know it should be me in that casket and not
The Minister’s voice
breaks into my fading thoughts shaking me into the present. I avert my eyes and
stare off into the distance, my eyes on two birds circling the field in the
distance. I wonder what it would be like to fly away, to not have a care in the
Lowering the caskets into
the ground is almost too much to bear; watching the changing leaves dancing
around the cemetery floating along with the breeze, I long to float away with
them. The same crisp autumn breeze tangles my hair pulling it in front of my
face and pushes my hair behind my ears while I look at the bright sun.
The birds are singing bright
happy songs and I find it ironic, it should be raining. I hear women behind me sniffling into
tissues, issuing a cough here and there. Someone near the back is gossiping and
it’s taking everything in me not to turn around and tell them to shut up and
stop crying. They didn’t lose their family. I did. I should be the one crying,
but I’m not. My knee is throbbing in pain standing on crutches watching the
minister drone on and on, the pain medication doing nothing to dilute it.
P.A. Warren currently
lives in the fine state of North Carolina. She is an avid reader and blogger.
P.A Warren first found a love of books while reading The Babysitter Little
Sister series by Ann M. Martin and since then hasn’t looked back. Reading
everything she could and would get her hands on. Befriending librarians was one
of P.A Warren’s favorite things to do. She also has a huge love for Squirrels.
She has found gold in
Indie Authors and loves nothing better than supporting them. It has been a lifelong
dream of hers to write, so when she was finally able sit down and put words to
paper she was thrilled, and has been writing non-stop since. She looks forward
to hearing from readers!