The bed is the same.
Old, cold, bumpy just like the question that is always eating away at my heart. Where did they go? I turn and turn each and every way but the bed is still cold. I feel a tear trickle down my flushed cheek while I stare at where my dad used to lay. My mum and my beloved sister left me. Anger and sorrow welled up in my chest, threatening to take over. They LEFT me in this GHOSTOWN! I don't know how to get back. I fell, and I fell real hard into a gaping black abyss where I will never escape from.
"Ambrosia?" WHY! That is all I need to know! "Ambrosia, you are in another trance." I start to sob taking no notice of the lady holding a syringe in a sickeningly white coat next to me. "AMBROSIA!" I look up still in my trance, "Why, why did she leave me? WHY? TELL ME!" And when I thought that she was going to give me a hug, she stabbed me in the back with the syringe. I fell to the ground shaking with gut-wrenching sobs.
That was the last day I cried about my mother.
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Forgetting Ambrosia
Teen FictionAmbrosia was left at 16 years old. She is still searching for her mum and her little sister Will she find them? As she fights for her survival, she will have to choose. Love or Lies. After all, hate and love is such thin line.
