Sun's Diamond by L.M. Orsler (top inspirational books .TXT) š
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Hello, L.M Orsler here. Thank you for picking uo my book. Just a little warning before you turn the page though:
If you like happy little tales with happy endings, stop reading this book. I'm not a spoiler but I am going to tell you that this book does not have a very happy ending. Also, if you don't like sad books that include alot of greif and other things like that I suggest that you should go and find yourself a book about fairies and unicorns or something along those lines.
Also, im not very good at describing my characters. So I've used pictures
A Series Of Major AccidentsMonday 10th October 2005, 12:20
[Makara]
āāWhat if no one likes me though, mum?ā I asked as we walked... to school, it was my first day. I was... excited, but I had a feeling that something would go wrong. āOf course theyāll like you Mak. Who could resist your smile?ā a woman... my mum replied, her... bronze hair lighting up when she turned to me. I smiled. āThere we are. That smile is what people will love most about you,ā she added as she ruffled my hair, āand if someone is mean to you... Ben will always be there.ā I nodded, that feeling was still there, though. A boy jogged up to us from behind, putting his hand on my shoulder, āI heard my name, anything wrong?ā he asked, I think he was my brother... Ben... I shook my head. I saw...felt the car before it came, if that makes any sense. I should have said - done anything. I didnāt; I just stood there and watched as it came around the corner, hit the boy... my brother... Ben... then hit the woman... my mum... and someone behind us... a man... my father... and let it crush me. That was the last thing I remember before it went black.ā I told the people around me. They are looking at me. I donāt like it. Why canāt they just leave me alone? I just want to be alone.
I had lost consciousness after the car hit me. I had remained unconscious for five weeks. āParalyzed Survivorā is what they call me. Me, Iām not surviving. I canāt walk, my family is dead, and I canāt remember who they even were or what they looked like. Iām a five year old girl, with long, honey-coloured hair and big green eyes ā that I can remember. It goes down to the small of my back, I think. Youāre probably wondering why Iām so... clever for my age and my condition. So am I. Iāve always just... known. Anyway, back to the story that you want to hear.
The nurses are too nice to tell me the truth; they just say that my family are āgoneā. I wish that they would tell me though, I know what it means, but I want them to tell me.
I overheard the doctors say that I should feel sad. I donāt. I feel... empty. I feel the pain in my arm and the ache in my back. My legs, they are there, I canāt feel them... the car had crushed my spine. It broke the bottom part of my spine, so I still have the use of my arms. I wish that it had broken the top of my spine, though, and then I wouldāve had no use of any part of my body. That included my lungs. I would have died... I wouldnāt have had to talk to these people... I wouldnāt have been the famous āParalyzed Survivorā... I wouldnāt have felt so alone... so truly alone... Agh. There it is. That buzzing again... Wait. I feel the presence of three others. A young boy. A middle aged woman. A slightly older man... Whatās going on?
My thoughts are interrupted by a man clearing his throat; I thought that everyone had left. No he was still there, everyone else was gone. I look up. āMakara, you have pretty eyes, sea-green, an unusual eye colour. Suits you,ā heās going to say something important, I can tell, āyouāre not the only famous orphan at the moment, thereās a boy called Callum. Heās thirteen and has in an accident that killed his family the same day as yours, just in the evening. Heās known as the āSilenced Survivorā,ā he says slowly, I knew he was going to say something important but I canāt help but freeze. Why have the two of us had accidents that killed our families on the same day, why are we famous for it. I need to meet him. āCan I meet him?ā I ask. The man answers, āIāll see if you can meet him, I think it would help the both you. Iāll get my brother talk to him tomorrow when he sees him.ā I nod and he leaves. I feel as if someone knows what Iām thinking; itās him, Callum, I know it is. So as clearly as I can, I think: something is going to happen. Something that could change the world. Something to do with us. I can feel you, I want to meet you.
I smile.
Monday 10th October 2005, 12:20
[Callum]
āSo, Callum, what can you remember?ā a man with over-sized trousers and glasses was asking me, Iām not listening. Not really. Iām trying to sort out my thoughts... And, for some reason unknown to me, the thoughts of three other people... a little girl. A woman about twenty-five. A man thirtyish... I canāt figure out any more about who they are... āCan you answer me, Callum? Callum, I know youāre not listening; your eyes have gone from the usual electric-blue to skyish-blue.ā I jolt, my thoughts going back to the room I was in. āSorry, I was thinking about a little girl,ā I sign, I have been muted for five weeks. āIs she from the break-in?ā he asks me. I shake my head, my long, curly, chocolate-brown hair probably flying everywhere. āCan you tell me what you do remember, anything at all, Callum?ā I think for a minute or two, the man waits patiently as I do. āWell, I remember that a black... Range Rover Sport, I think it was, had been parked outside at... after lunch. I could see it through my window... two... no three men came up to the door, I could hear a woman... mum... telling them to leave because... she was... finished with them, I think. They left. Later on mum was... nervous and so were... Dad and my... sister... Alexis... I went back to my room at... after dinner. I heard a car pull up then... mum... no, Alexis screamed and a window was smashed... then everyone ran up the stairs... tried to... it went from six pairs of feet to three... it was the men from earlier... they came into my room with a... hammer each, they all had covered their faces and I hadnāt seen what they looked like before... they came at me... I tried to run... one of them... he had broad shoulders, he grabbed my neck... then the thinnest one came closer to me and he asked me... something... I tried to get the other man off me... then the thin man asked me again... I struggled again... the third man shoved the thin one out of the way... and hit me over the head... thatās it. But Iām not sure if all of it is true,ā I sign. The man looks satisfied; he wonāt stop looking at me. I want him to stop. To leave me alone to think more about the people that I can hear in my head. āCallum, Iām not supposed to tell you this, it might upset you. But I think that it would be best,ā the man says, āYouāre famous. Youāre known as the āSilenced Survivorā.ā I am so shocked I freeze. Me famous... no. He doesnāt notice and smiles, getting up to leave. āAm I the only famous orphan at the moment?ā I sign. I hope that Iām not. The man looks me in the eye and says, āNo, thereās the āParalysed Survivorā sheās five and survived a serious car accident that killed her whole family. Her name is Makara.ā I blink twice, thinking. Why have we both been in serious accidents, with our whole family killed in them, why are we both famous? I have to meet her, to find out everything. āWhen was her accident? Can I meet her?ā I sign, my fingers are crossed ā I need to meet her. āHer accident was the same day as yours, just in the morning. Iāll see if you can meet her, I think it would help you both. Iāll get my brother talk to her tomorrow when he sees her,ā the man answers. I nod and he leaves. The girlās thoughts get louder, clearer in my head. Itās her, Makara, I know it is. I can hear what sheās thinking: Something is going to happen. Something that could change the world. Something to do with us. I can feel you, I want to meet you.
I smile.
Monday 10th October 2005, 12:20
[Eva]
They donāt believe him... Do I believe him...? They think that it was Owenās fault... Sorry, I forgot to explain.
Five weeks ago, Owen, me, our friends, and our family and lab partners had gathered for the unveiling of the new lab facility that was going to hold our explosive experiments... you can probably see where this is going, but Iām going to tell you anyway. H-he cut the ribbon... everyone except us and the HOD (Head of Department) went inside. We stayed outside to talk about when the experiments could start... Then... Then it happened... the... the explosion that killed... everyone... everyone, that is, except Owen, the HOD and me... they are still trying to prove that it was him... Iām in hospital... The explosion blinded me... I donāt know if it was him or not... I donāt know if I can believe him anymore...
The door opens and someone comes in. āHello Eva, are you feeling well enough to talk?ā They ask. I nod. āMy name is Delphine. Iām here to ask you a few questions on why Owen might do what he did,ā she tells me. I think my face changed to a scowl, I donāt know... I canāt see and my face is still numb from the operation. āHe didnāt do anything! He didnāt,ā I say, whether Iām trying to persuade her or me I donāt know. āOkay, sweetie, but say he did. Why would he? Is anything going on?ā She asks again. Why canāt she stop asking me that question? Iām on the verge of one of my anxiety attacks again... I wish she could see that, itās almost as if sheās the one unable to see instead of me.
She just leaves when I refuse to believe that he did anything... He didnāt do anything... he wouldnāt have done
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