Sabrina McLain:
I turned her over.
She was pale.
Very pale.
And cold, too.
But I knew the moment
my hands touched her
that she was
A L I V E.
She coughed up
water
and started breathing,
her breaths
so shallow
I thought that
D
E
A
T
H
had her in his clutches.
But she was okay.
I quickly hauled her out of the bath
and wrapped a towel
around her shoulders.
I propped her up
against me.
"B-B-B-Brina."
she rasped,
her words so quiet
I thought I
was imagining things.
"Shhh...It's all right.
Shh...you're okay."
I murmured in her ear.
I glanced at the slice
running the length
of her arm,
which was prickled with
goosebumps.
It was shallow
and thin.
No need for stitches.
Thank God.
But my heart sank nonetheless.
Baylee had cut herself.
And tried to drown herself.
"Bay, honey, please answer me:
do you have anything to
live for?"
I asked, my voice
a pained whisper.
Baylee
looked straight into my eyes,
with a gaze that saw straight
into my soul.
And she said,
"I have you."
And here we were;
two sisters
who had cut themselves.
One to celebrate
her best friend's birthday
and one
to go and see
her father again.
And though it was sad
and though we were
depressed
and though
Baylee needed serious help,
in that moment,
we had
EACH OTHER
to live for.
And for that moment,
that was enough.
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Dissipate: Book Two
Historia CortaThe sequel to "Unnatural" this book is about Sabrina's life after another death. Sabrina is still writing to Jennah, her dead older sister, and Sabrina has a lot to write about. Her mother's so-called "friend from work" is suddenly her new boyfriend...
