This image, bleeding stale shades of orange and red, haunts Arianna like a ghost of inhumanity. She turns in erratic directions - left, right, left again - until she breaks.
She rests upon a brick wall and cries, cries longer than any other time that she had cried before. Huge, gulping, silent, shaking gulps rock her body like a tremor.
Her eyes are blurry and her head is spinning. It's the first day of her life and the worst day of her life.
She looks up and sees a shadow lying ahead. Her heart screams. As the figure approaches, she sees a woman she thinks she knows.
It is her mother, aged sixty-three.
But the figure dissipates, like a bird through the creamy morning sky.
And then she is alone again.
It's the only thing she remembers.
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The Price Of Humanity
Teen FictionIn the year 1989, 13-year-old Arianna Morandi is not pleased with life, to say the least. But when she decides to end it all, she returns 25 years on as another 13-year-old Arianna Morandi, yet this time, she is alone and cannot remember anything be...
