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0.1 - i think i killed god

Sup nerds, so I'm guessing a lot of people who are reading this don't know me ...

hi there, my names india :) hopefully you'll like the book and get to know me through these little author notes I put at the start of chapters.

Just a quick one, this is a little different to my usual style so I'm trying my best - and I am dyslexic so if I spell anything wrong just comment :3 (tho I do have editors but in case they miss anything yano)

Anyway, have fun reading <3
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He looked at me cautiously, with his darkened green eyes. His hair was still a mess in the bright haze of the morning sunlight, looking more and more human than I'd ever seen him. "I guess," he started, "I'm asking you to trust me."

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18th June, another rainy day. All summer, the sky had wept over the dull fields of wet England. The curtains seemed to mock Layla in pity, flaying in the breeze that had been escaping from the cracked open window all night as she lay still under the thick covers. It continued to dance with the weather outside, but the bed was too warming to be left alone. Layal rolled her head back on her pillow, her cheeks pink with an shivering chill. There wasn't motivation left in her to get up and close it, her unsettling night of unsettling dreams squeezed her of every last drop of energy left in her cold shell out and away. She decided the window would remain open, as a reminder of the uneventful life she led... and to bring the washing in from the strung out line in the garden before the next set of rain clouds marched in.

"Lay? Baby?" Her mum called from the hallway, the voice seemingly louder through the open window than the closer bedroom door. "I'm leaving now, make sure you take the dog out before it gets dark!"

Layla didn't see the need to answer as her Mum locked the door and the gravel could be heard crunching outside. It was a Tuesday morning. The worst day of the week. Not only was she alone, once again all day, but tonight's tea was left overs. Not to mention the weather had betrayed her all this week; she reckoned she'd only have access to a few hours of dodgy wifi before the miserable rain spoiled her fun. Time was already running short.

And there is was, her motivation. Up, she stood, and with a brisk walk she shuffled into the bathroom, the crisp air nipping at her exposed heels. The bathroom was just as cold as her bedroom, and Layla hurried to jump into the shower and let the warm drizzle dampen her hair; steam surrounding her. She hummed a distinctive tune.

"Hmmm Hmm hmmm hm hm hmmmm."

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Dreams shower this morning took a sharp turn of cold; the song he was humming remained unscathed as his face scrunched at the temperature. His hand reached out clumsily in the mist in an attempt to adjust the temperature. "Hmmmm hmm hmmm hm hm hmmmmmmmm ah fuck!" He snapped, turning the nozzle harshly and stepping out.