This story is not for everyone and is nothing like my usual writing.
I took my feelings from a real life tragedy, and used them in this story.
It has a major character death, so be aware.
In saying that, I hope you will give it a chance.
Thanks for reading!
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Previously...
"It's just me. I'm alone." Whispers come from the back of my mind, and I hush them.
"Not yet. I'm not ready for the truth." I answer.
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Steph heard banging on the front door, and pulled the pillow over her head.
Go away. Please go away. Leave me alone.
A tear slid slowly down her cheek.
Alone. He left me, alone.
With that last word, the tears streamed down her face, and she was soon sobbing. She didn't even notice when the pillow was lifted away, and she was cradled in someone's arms. She buried her face in their shoulder. Eyes shut tightly. Her head shaking ,"No."
He stroked her hair and whispered what was meant to be calming words in her ear.
She didn't hear them, or even feel his touch.
He soon gave up trying to calm her, and just rocked her softly in his arms. He held her long after her tears stopped. Till she had fallen asleep from exhaustion. Yet, he didn't lie her down. He held her. He looked down at what was once the face he thought of as innocent. Now, it held misery and pain. Even as she slept.
He brushed a curl back that was matted to her forehead.
"Oh, little girl." His voice caught, and the tears now slipped from his eyes. "I am so sorry."
Thanks for reading!