Prologue
I remembered the colour of the sky.
A deep blue colour, overlapped with layers of white, pink, purple and orange.
I remembered the sounds of the ocean.
The soft crashing noises of waves added a sense of peace to the world.
I remembered the touches on my skin.
His sweet and intimate kisses littered all over me.
I remembered the taste in my mouth.
The bitter and agonising scream on my tongue when I watched them fall.
And then…nothing else.
I can’t remember.
“You can’t remember?”
“No.”
“Or you don’t want to remember?”
“…”
“I have here in my notes that you have eidetic memory Abigail.”
“It’s Abby.”
“Abby. Do you want to remember?”
“No. It hurts.”
“Sometimes, the pain is worth the relief Abby.”
“They didn’t fall.”
“They didn’t?”
“They were murdered.”
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Water Colours
Teen FictionWhat would you have done when your boyfriend- valedictorian swim star, and bestfriend- trouble-making bad boy, dies right before your eyes? And what if they’re still alive- in your head, hallucinations that kept you sane? And what would you do when...
