Prologue
Always trust in God. It was something she was told daily when she was growing up, and especially now. She wanted to trust in him. She really did, but she could barley hear him when she prayed. Amelia wondered if He was even there. She hoped he was. Hoped He heard her constant prayers. She adjusted the way she was sitting in the chair. She wasn't suppose to be in here, but she needed to see him. The room was quite. The only sound she could hear was the ventilator that was keeping Luke alive. She leans over and reaches for his hand. It was cold and lifeless, still she held on and squeezed praying that he would squeeze her hand back; but he never did. Her eyes began to water and a tear escapes landing on her t-shirt.
"God if your still there please help him. I know there's still a part of him in there fighting to wake up. Please God I can't lose him." She listens for a voice, but doesn't hear anything. She was staring to feel really dumb. It was like she was talking to herself when she didn't hear Him. Still she continued to pray. She wouldn't stop until Luke woke up.
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Authors Note
Thank you for giving Beautifully Broken a chance. Really means the world to me. As always feedback is encouraged. I would love to know what y'all think. Also if you see any grammatical error kindly let me know and I'll fix it!
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Beautifully Broken
Teen FictionShe was brave and strong and broken all at once. -Anna Funder Amelia Ford is your typical 17 year old, well as typical as she can be. Moving from California to Texas for a change. She thinks its best to keep under the radar and not get attached. Th...