"What have you done to me!?" my voice growing shrill by the minute. "What do you mean?" replied Amy, her back to the crystal-black wall. I walk closer to her glowing, almost real, body. "I'm fading." I seethe, my voice barely above a whisper. All of a sudden I fall to the ground, feel my body go strangely numb. Shaking uncontrollably, i looked up to see Amy, now facing towards my vibrating body. Her eyes smiled no more, and her crooked mouth turned down at the corners. She reminded me of a lost girl, searching the street for her mother. "Nothing I can do about it." she snarled. I choke with the heavy amount of blood that rushed to my mouth. I stare dazedly at my hands and realize it that it was not blood. It was my soul. "I'm sorry Tegan." murmured Amy, her ghostly body hovering just inches from mine. That was the last thing I could remember. Before I blacked out...

My parents found the scars.

Mother's always get thrown the question, Which child do you love more? Even though mothers usually shrug it with " I love them both equally" Dawn's Stepmother, on the other hand, seems to love Destiny, Dawns younger half sister more and she isn't afraid to flaunt it in Dawn's face. It's really nothing Dawn always thinks but when you get punished for nothing, always being put down and your dad gets sucked into believing that Dawn really is a mistake. It's hard to paint a smile on your face.

this book is kind of like my little journal where I just write all about my feelings in poems. I just want to tell you that most content in this book can be perceived by me being extremely sad. I want to assure that I am not and that I am just better at writing about things I am sad about and not things that make me happy.

[You can now purchase 100 Voicemails' paperback on Amazon!] After a car accident, seventeen year old Steve Carlton, goes into a coma. When he does wake up after a few months, he suffers from temporary memory loss. During this time, he starts to go through his messages and voicemails on his cellphone, trying to get a clue of who he used to be. Voicemails sent to him from a girl called Ari might have the answers to his questions. A story told through voicemails.