The lines are blurred
between what is real and what isn't, the darkness that was once a place I
feared was now a place of safety. If I stayed in the darkness, the hellish
reality of what was truly happening no longer seemed
real.
But I was about to be
pulled out from under the consuming blanket of dark shadows, and plunged into
the murky depths of my past. I was about to be shown my demons and all it's
evil sides, all of it's pain and grief. I could only hope I survive
it.
What happens when the
world you once knew crumbles and falls at your feet?
Who will find me? Who will save me from my
demons?
My dark prince or my
white knight...
And will I find myself
in the process.
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And I'm dying. I'm fucking dying, She has been put into a
position where she is having to beg. Time and time again she is forced to beg,
just so she can damn well live. All she wants, all she craves is just to be
normal. She just wants her past to be just that, the past. Hearing her voice
awakens everything inside me, but hearing her panic and pain awakens every
protective fiber in my body.
"Logan! Logan, answer me."
Tate's panicked voice pulls me out of my mindless pissing
contest. But my muscles are throbbing with familiar adrenaline. I need to get
to her.
"What?!" I spit.
My own desperation is taking over. I can't hear anything but
my own heartbeat which has now lodged itself in my throat.
"Logan, what the hell is going on?!" Tate
yells.
His faced is laced with concern as he moves out from the seat
of the truck. I don't think I can speak, I open my mouth but nothing comes out.
I am completely speechless. I don't know what to do. So, I thrust the phone
into Tate's hands, watching as he puts it to his ear and listens. Seconds pass
as I watch Tate's face morph from concern to sheer panic, matching my
own.
S.K. Hartley is a mother,
wife and a writer. Based in the not so sunny North West of England you can
find her either glued to her computer desk, in the public library (Yes, they do
still exist!) or floating around her favourite authors books
signings.
S.K. Hartley has an
unhealthy obsession with coffee, chocolate and retro computer games and a
healthy obsession of stalking indie authors.
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