PrologueA Chapter by hannahspelledbackwards
Have you ever found something on accident, something that you never intended to see? Perhaps even something you didn't want to see, but you saw it anyway. It stared at you intently, never relenting, until your eyes finally gave in and regretted it the minute they did so.
Well, I have. I have found something that has changed my life forever, and I can never go back. I can't undo it, I can't put it back to where it belongs, to whom it belongs; nor can I just simply forget it. You know those people who are always nosey, always asking you what's going on in your life, even though they really don't care? They just want to know. They want to be known of the things going on around them just so they won't be the last to know. And by being the last to know they will feel like an outcast. I used to be that way. Well, maybe not that extreme, but I used to like to know things. To be included in the group's secret, or quite frankly any secret. Now I realize not knowing is probably the best thing for you. Because once you know, you're suddenly involved. If you know too much, you might be forced, or feel guilty if you don't, do something about it to help -- to prevent something bad from happening to what you already know. But maybe that isn't such a bad thing, right? Maybe trying to prevent something bad from happening is in fact a good thing. You'd be appreciated. Honored. Looked up to. Powerful. Loved. But what if it's none of your business? What if you know only by accident, and if you try to help, it's already too late? Or you would just make it worse. All of these what if's really don't matter, only one thing does. And that is doing everything I can to keep her alive.
© 2012 hannahspelledbackwardsAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on January 27, 2012 Last Updated on January 27, 2012 AuthorhannahspelledbackwardsSydney, AustraliaAboutI'm Hannah, a 23 year old who loves art, animals, people, traveling and nature. I write poetry, songs, and stories. I write books but for some reason I never finish them. I can't write a poem unless I.. more..Writing
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