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Picking Up the Pieces (ON HOLD)

Picking Up the Pieces (ON HOLD)

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"I could still hear the gun shots ricocheting off the walls and the screams of my family echoing through my mind, piercing through me, blaming me, cutting through my stomach, feeling sick, blood pulsing loudly in my head..." Sage's life was fine, fantastic even. Then the worst happened. Sage watched her parents die. No one comes to see her or takes her home and she is put in an orphanage before moving to a new town with her 'family'. New school, new people and new family. Will she be able to find those who can help her turn her life around? Can she pick up the pieces of her heart before it's too late? Copyright Seri Hennessy Picking up the pieces © 2012, Seri Hennessy Self publishing ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
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It started when the rain fell. As it hit the windows rhythmically, I fought my sleep. Fighting off the demons in my dreams. I hadn't realized how real that dream became. Waking up to terrified screaming. My heart racing, the lighting striking and my family begging for their lives. I claimed myself as a coward that very same night. I hated myself. My depression became the best of me. What's worst then your family being slaughtered? Hiding in the closet from the killers. I should've helped, I should've been there for them. The pain between my chest and stomach was growing guilt. So I started thinking smart. Looking at everyone differently. I decided to reopen their cold cases. And when I found the truth it hit me deep.

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