After her parents were ruthlessly murdered in front of her, Izalea Matthews is deeply affected by her past that forever haunts her in her dreams. It becomes her aim to stop being afraid of the world and find out what happened to them. Whilst she sea...
Hey guys! I've finally had my dreaded mocks over and done with this week. I have one more coming up in a few days, but it can wait. I need my weekend or I feel like I will actually die. Trust me, 3hrs in an exam hall, writing History is enough to kill me. My hand has officially dropped off.😭
But forget about that. The good news is I've wrote a new chapter for you all. Another bonus for you, is that I'm going to publish another one later today. It's going to be in Noah's Pov too, so look out for that!
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Sometimes, all people ever seem to do is worry. Worry can come and go in different forms: Fear, anger, sadness.
Simply, negativity.
But worry can mean so much more than that. It can show positivity too: care and love.
Anna has always been worried about me. I used to think of it always as a bad thing. Pity and sorrow. Now, I realise it's just for understanding and comfort. Something I'm finally willing to accept from her.
After I knew that my hiding place was safe, I managed to crawl back out of it and into the open. I knelt beside my father, trying to get him to say anything, just anything. He never did. It must have been the millionth time of gazing into his eyes, that I knew he could never see me again. So, I closed them for him.
Around two metres or so behind us, lay my mother. Her eyes already closed. Eyes that I would never be able to see again. I knew there was no use to try and wake her up. I had the hope. But it was false hope.
I did what any other eight-year-old would do. I ran. Far away as possible so that I would never run into them. I knew the woods from back to front. There's no way I could get lost. But even though you always may think you know something, it turns out to be that you actually know nothing at all. Not even a fraction of the truth.
Hours and hours on end, my feet started to kill me physically as my heart and my mind killed me emotionally from the inside out. I curled up on the roots of the tree. The wind, the soil and mud being my only comfort.
It was here, in my worst state, the angel found me crying.
"Hello sweetie," I remember recoiling from her, hugging my teddy closer to my chest. "It's, okay, I'm not going to hurt you,".
Just like that, I somehow relaxed and looked up into her eyes. Gorgeous, ocean blue. She even crouched down to me and smiled like an angel too.
"I'm Anna, what's your name?" I knew well to not talk to strangers, but they weren't here now. They weren't coming back.
"Izalea," In return, she smiled again and sat beside me, gazing up to the sky.
"What's your last name?" I've always known my last name. 'Turner'. But my parents shared that name with me and I didn't want to be associated with them anymore. They left me. I hated them.
