It Takes Death To Know The Truth (UpDated)

It Takes Death To Know The Truth (UpDated)

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Her sister dies and Stormy life was the change. She finds the truth about her family tree but when she finding the truth she finds love too. I standing there in a black dress on a dark rainy day. I did not believe she really was dead. In a room of sad, and grieving people I stand there thinking about how the accident might of happens, how she might have felt, what she might have been thinking of when it happens. Then I start thinking about the days before getting the dreadful news.......... The chapter changes views, the name by the chapter is who view it is from. This is my first story, please let me know what you think.
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Anita," her angelic voice calls to me. Thunder rumbles in the distance. Her soft, delicate hands caressing my face, sparkling green eyes grounding me from the dark past I wish I could forget. "You're safe, it's okay." I bring my hand up, running my finger over the mound of scar tissue. The constant reminder of that night. The raised bump covers the bullet fragment embedded in my sternum. She takes my hands as more thunder rumbles and tears roll down my cheeks. "Breathe Anita," she says in a soothing whisper. My lungs were burning with the need for air and it was then that I realized I'd been holding it. I take in a gasping breath and recall the first time my eyes met her green eyes. My sister had been lifted off me and my eyes opening had startled her. The first time she touched me gave me strength to hold on. I held her hand tight, trying to tell her what happened, but couldn't get enough breath to form words. Sitting in the present going through the same as I had five years ago. "They were all found, Anita. They can't hurt you anymore. It's just a storm. All the doors and windows are locked, the alarm is set. It's just you and me." "Will you keep the light on tonight, please?"

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