Laramie: PrologueA Chapter by Amanda Naomi The city was falling to the resistance. And all
she did was stand at her window watching. Her terrible power locked away inside
her heart. The boy came into the room unnoticed and when he spoke, she finally
knew how near to death she truly was. “Hello Laramie.” He said. She laughed at him. “Come to avenge your
parents, or is this meeting on a more personal note?” She remained staring
through her window, not daring to look at him in the eye, fearing it would come
too soon and all hope would be lost. “Tell me it’s not true.” His voice shook with fury,
terror, relief, and almost hope. She turned around to look at him, his gaze
dropping to the floor, and hers to his hand. He held a small silver dagger that
reflected the flickering lights of the torches. “Tell me that it didn’t happen,
that it was all a lie but now everything is alright. Tell me that that it’s
just a dream and that I will wake up in the morning with your arms around me
telling me that it’s all ok. Tell me that you still love me, just as I love
you!” Sighing with contempt, she turns back to the
window. “Insurgi, when will you learn that love creates nothing but pain? I
mean, just look at your parents. You would do well to-” She turned back to him
mid sentence to find something cold and smooth slide into her abdomen. The
dagger stuck inside, she grabbed his arm and pulled him closer, the blade
sinking further beneath the surface. She gasped for air as the warmth left her body.
He was going to watch her die. He wanted her to suffer as he had suffered for
his entire life. With what little strength she had left, she pulled his ear to
her mouth and whispered into it. Shocked he pulled his head back and for the
first time in a year, looked into her eyes. At that moment there was a great
flash and finally he understood. © 2011 Amanda NaomiAuthor's Note
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Added on June 15, 2010Last Updated on August 21, 2011 AuthorAmanda NaomiWAAboutI am from the wildest imagination From a selfless child with nothing to hide Im from a broken family filled with love And too, from a family broken with lack of love I am from the tip of a pen F.. more..Writing
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