Title- Is Love Enough?

Author- could-be-summers-twin

Summary-

For ten years, Summer has been haunted.

Her past, her memories, her feelings, will not leave her alone.

And now, at sixteen, the time has come for her to act.

Every journey begins with a single step. If Summer is going to step into the future, she must first step into the past.

Hey, this is my new story! Sorry for not posting my other ones. i think i'm just gonna go with one shots and ficlets now cause i just can't write a story for a long period of time unless i'm personally attatched. Sorry! If you do have a personal fav please tell me therwise i'll just take it as a loss of interest. each chapter will be short. there will probably be about 2-4 chapters. Please R&R xoxoKazza

Chapter1- Remebering the past

I sat in my sorrow drowning in my best friend. Hugging the bottle of vodka closer. I could feel the same feelings arising. The loneliness, the worthlessness. The fact that I have no one that loves me. I have no family that I know of, my father is dead and my mother...

Grabbing the bottle, I took a long swig. Lowering the bottle, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I placed the bottle on the ground, hard. I reached into my pocket and took out a crupled photogaph. I looked longingly at it, wanting to go back and change everything.

As I stared at the photo, I could feel my face change and my anger return. Re-crumpling the photo and shoving it back into my pocket I brought the bottle of voldak, which I hadn't let go of for fear of it leaving me too, up to my lips. Gulping back the hard liquor, I felt the same loss.

With a sudden burst of anger, I threw the bottle as far as I could. I grinned wildly at the satisfying smash it made as it landed.

I stagered upwards, gropping for the tree, which I'd used as a backrest. I cirlced the tree, keeping my hand on it for support. Reaching the other side, I felt a heavy feeling of remorse. I bent over gently to look at the object, which was filling me with guilt. A sudden wave of nausea hit me and I fell to the ground beside it. Gasping for air, I struggled for the picture in my pocket. Pulling it out hurriedly, I clutched it to my chest, trying to draw any warmth out of it. Feeling the cold, deadness in my hand I opened it and watched as the wind picked up my most prize possession and blow it away. As the small picture of a little girl in her mothers arms floated further away, I felt a small amount of peace settle over me. I hopped that was all there was, no more nightmares, no more pain. But I knew I had no such luck. I took anohter deep breath and leaned closer to the gravestone that at before me. Leaning froward I plced a soft kiss on top ofit.

"I'm sorry, Mom."

My appology, like the photgraph had been swept of in the wind. Never to be seen again.

So, I turned and leaned my body against the gravestone and pulled a small flask out of my front pocket. I unwound the top and took another long, refreshing swig. As I sat, I let myself remember all the memories I had tried to forget. So, I sat long into the night with my one friend in the world, remebering the ast, remebering the day I killed my mother.