Shadows of the Past by Kayla Stiles (top fiction books of all time txt) 📖

her boyfriend, perfectly content and happy. Her parents are shouting in the living room, but she can’t hear that. Suddenly, her door bursts open and in floods the truth. Her mom is crying in the hallway as her father walks up to Dana and tells her to get off of the phone. As she does so, he tells her that he and her mother are getting a divorce and that Dana and her mother have to move out. Seeing the shocked and hurt look on his daughter’s face, he looks down, murmurs an unfeeling “I’m sorry”, and turns around and walks out the front door.

Dana slams her bedroom door closed and locks it with shaking hands. Going to her top dresser drawer, she pulls out a razor blade and begins to slash at her body in blind fury while staring at herself in the mirror.

“You’re ugly! You’re ugly! You’re ugly! It’s all your fault!” she screams at herself, tears pouring down her face and blood hitting the white linoleum floor.

As this vision fades from Dana’s sight, she realizes she is breathing heavy and crying in torrents. Her parents try to comfort her and make her calm down, but she pushes them away. In a blind fury, she rips off her catheter and all her tubes and wires and storms out of the room. Everyone tries to stop her, but she just forces them away. Suddenly, a nurse comes around the corner and winds up tripping Dana. Dana falls on her back and cracks her head on the tiles. She blacks out as the blood flows from the wound. She dies within minutes. No one can revive her this time, because she likes where she is at now. She is finally in a better, happier place.

THE END

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It was as though everything was crashing down around her, as though she were slowly awakening from a blissful dream that someone had rudely shattered. All she wanted to do was help people who needed help, make their lives seem at least somewhat more livable. Yet here she was, wanting to help the boy who’d stolen the remaining fragments of her mangled heart but was only a friend with benefits. Wanting to give it everything she had to make him happy again and to stop his pain. But he wouldn’t let her; wouldn’t even tell her what was wrong unless she provoked his annoyance. On top of that, she could barely even make her own life better, could barely even fix what was long-since broken…her heart and her happiness. Her eyes, just like the boy’s, had slowly began to become lackluster and lifeless more and more often. They both started to rescind themselves from certain, if not most people.

Hatred and sorrow slowly envenomed these kids and began to take root in what was left of their hearts. It was as though love died and hate could only become tempered within. As though love could never reign over hate, hate would forever overthrow any good emotions, anything that brings you happiness. It felt like the kids were to be chased away and cast out like the people at the Templar. They could never fit in or be accepted all because they were different and had different ideals than everyone else, different view points. They were all alone, except for each other. The girl, no matter how annoyed or ticked off the boy got, wanted to be there for her friend with benefits, wanted to be able to help him survive and make it through, but he wouldn’t let her in. He refused to allow her to show him love and kindness and true help.

Imprint

Text: Kayla Stiles
Images: Andrew Rogers, https://booksandbark.wordpress.com/2014/06/30/my-writing-process-blog-hop/ , http://izquotes.com/quote/169659
Editing: Kayla Stiles, Courtnie Roth
Publication Date: 06-30-2012

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Dedication:
I dedicate this poetry book to my mother. She has been there for me through the thick and thin all my life, helped me in every way possible to push through every obstacle that crossed my path and keep fighting. It was my mother's teachings and love that gave me the strength to be able to bulldoze through all those uprisings. It was her undying love that gave me the strength to fight for what I believed in and to fight through all the depression I went through while growing up. If it weren't for her very presence in my life, I would not be half as strong the person I am today. Thank you, mommy. I love you. Thank you, my dear friend Andrew Rogers, for sketching up my cover for this book. I'd also like to thank all my closest friends- Courtnie Roth, Billy Kidd, Catie Herbster, to name a few- for always sticking by my side through everything and remaining some of the very best friends I could ever ask for. You are all truly blessings from the Goddess and Io.