I sat on my bed cross legged and smiled as I heard an old friend talking. I cocked my head "what do you mean?" I just got done singing so I was a bit breathless. Laughter flowed "you never heard of guardian angels?" "yeah" "can you sense your guardian angel?" I cocked my head and closed my eyes only to sense the presence of my inner beast laughing faintly. I opened my eyes and said "nope" "silly I'm right here" I giggled and said "how can you be my guardian angel when you're alive!" "it's possible" then two months later I got the news she died. I screamed and blared music nonstop in my ears, a special one song I hope you dance by Lee Anne Womack and read the book she gave me as a gift. I never healed from that loss and still haven't. As I texted my friend Amber it dawned on me and I broke down crying, stopped my Mercy Thompson Silver Borne book and cried really hard and turned everything off in my room and went to cry myself to sleep letting my fan blow on me. I knew the pain from the old wound was strong. But never realized it was mega strong.
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FantasyAll of my Short Stories that are the RAW copies of it! I figured be cool to post them up! Some of them will have Gore, Rape, SA, heart break! So please understand that I use to write these AGES ago
