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Chapter 1
"Be thankful you're still breathing, because someone out there just took their last breath."
Amara
I am soaked in my own sweat right now. Sounds disgusting, but believe me, it's worst than it sounds. I tighten my grip on the mic before singing the last line of my song. The audience cheered and screamed. I smiled. I love having that affect on them. I love how people actually listen to what I have to say even if it's through songs that I wrote. I love how some people out there can relate their life stories to my songs. It's an amazing feeling. Damn, I'm starting to sound like Taylor Swift.
I wipe my forehead and my neck after I walked off the stage. I look at myself in the mirror to see if I look as miserable as I feel. My wavy, dark brown hair seems to be perfectly fine even though I feel like I just spent two hours dancing in the rain. My make-up-free face shows nothing but tiredness. You might be sitting there wondering what the hell is wrong with me for not having any kind of make up on my face when I'm on stage, performing to thousands of people, but let me tell you something. I never had been and never will be putting any sort of make up on my face. I found it disgusting. It's like putting icing on a cake and everything will melt once it makes contact with water.
"Hey Amara, we need to talk" my manager, Darren, said to me with a worried expression.
"Shoot" I said, taking a sit on a comfortable couch. I can't help, but wonder what is this comfortable thing doing backstage? Darren shut his eyes and open his mouth to say something, but then he squeezed his lips together and stare at me.
"Your parents and your sister, they.." he trailed off before he rubs his temples, as if this is all to much for him to handle.
"What about them?" I tried to sound cool even though my heart is beating like crazy. What about Zara and my parents? I had breakfast with them this morning and they were perfectly fine.
"Darren, what is wrong with them?" I hissed.
"They're.." he shut his mouth again before looking at everywhere, but me.
"Darren, I swear to God-"
"Your sister's dead"
I froze. Darren's words echoes in the back of my mind. Your sister's dead. Zara is dead? She couldn't be. This must be some kind of a mistake or some sort of a sick joke. I squeezed my eyes shut before putting my face in my hands.
"A trailer crashed into your dad's car when they're on their way to get here" he said in a hushed tone.
"Some drunk driver swerved into your dad's way and he tried to avoid it without realizing that a trailer is coming his way" he continues when I didn't say anything.
"What about mom and dad?" I asked, looking at Darren tiredly.
"They were rushed to the hospital. I'm sure they'll be fine" he said with a sad smile.
We both know that the chances are low.
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