Hello everyone! This story is not intended to have long chapters and will have a lot of character development in the beginning. I believe it's got a bit of every genre in it (with the exception of sci-fi/supernatural) so hopefully it appeals to all of you! I would love reviews! They make me happy.
ALSO. SUPER IMPORTANT. This is a Happily Ever After story, so after you read these first two chapters don't feel like the end of the story has just been ruined.
At the end of each chapter I will list a song (starting from chapter three). I highly encourage you guys to listen to the songs. They go along with the chapter.
And finally...Enjoy! Hope you like it!
First, she closed her eyes. She wished the last thing she'd ever see was something remotely important. She wished she didn't have to think about the last time she'd see anything in her sinful, destructive life. She was too young, too young, too young. She wished she had done more good in her mere 17 years of life. Of course when you're at the end of your line, you look back you see everything in horrifying clarity and Regret and Longing whisper in your dying thoughts. But alas, her life was too little, too short, too restricted to let her bloom and grow into the good that her heart unknowingly possessed.
Second, she stopped hearing. It was difficult anyway, over her shaky, laborious breaths and the tornado of empty and meaningless memories warning around her head. The small things that didn't matter, like her exceptional grade on her English assignment or what she just had for lunch and how much her necklace had cost. No, she wanted to hear her sister's giggles after she tickled her stomach, her mother's coos her after she'd stub her toe or bang her knee, and even her father's screaming, screaming, screaming. She wished she remembered the slamming of the front door as her father came home from work, or the sound of her sister's high heels clip-clapping on the pristine tile, or the sweet hums her mother made up as she cleaned the kitchen. But right now, in these few important moments, she couldn't for the life of her conduct the proper symphonies.
Third, she lost feeling. The shock from the pain numbed her, and she was almost grateful because the awkward angle of her splayed limbs would probably be uncomfortable on the uneven rocks. But there was no contentedness from unfeeling. She craved more. Maybe is she had remembered the sweet burn when those strong hands massaged her shoulders, his warm and powerful arms engulfing her, his game of drawing letters, words, and shapes on her skin with the gentle brushes of his finger...maybe she would have had peace. Maybe the regret wouldn't gnaw on her heart like the guilty conscience she had learned and trained to ignore.
But it did.
Finally, she quit breathing. She felt her heart stutter and her chest squeeze, almost like the last hoorah of a car engine before it dies. How did she used to breathe? What did her lungs feel like after running down the street in her little Halloween costume? Or after exiting a free-fall amusement park ride? Or after the passionate kisses she had shared with that man? She wished she could know, she wished she could just remember. These feelings were all she had left of her memories, her last anchor-
And she lost hold.
She let herself sink down down down the spiraling black void that had been beckoning and tempting her. Was there light? Up? Down? To her left? To the right? She couldn't see anything but the bright blue cloudless sky fading quickly into darkness. And just as the emotions no longer gripped her, let go and vanished into the nothingness, she heard the horrified screams, felt the desperation as hands cupped her face, so soft and familiar. The spark of heat electrifying her skin where anything touched her body; the hands, the ground, her own messy hair as the wind rustled it slightly against her neck.
And for a brief moment, she saw.
