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Continúa, Has publicado oct 21, 2014
Everyone has a hope, as long as they lived in this fragile world. Except Annie, she was raised by her old sister, but not actually her REAL sister. She was abandoned by her own family... that's what she thinks. She thinks that everyone betrayed her. She thinks that she didn't have the second chance and hope to live happily.

Disappointment, discouragements, and etc. that's what she feels. In the mean time, she was planning of leaving to find her true self. To find out what was really happened when she was just a child. She take risk of herself. She knows that, that wasn't a best option. But she feel it. She have to do it.

Many mysteries and obstacles of her life will soon come.

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Annie Bloom is an average girl. She's in college, has a best friend, works, and studies. Yet one day she finds herself attacked, hospitalized, and nearly killed. Her best friend, Will, is certain it has to do with the guy she just started dating. Is Will jealous? Could her new boyfriend be involved? Or is it someone else entirely? Annie must find out quickly because every day could be her last. *** I could feel nothing but the pain. I felt every hit in excruciating detail with each erratic, painful heartbeat as my world became reduced to a series of agony. I struggled to breath through the broken ribs that constricted my airflow like a two-ton concrete slab had fallen on me. The blood from the blows to my head rolled down my face in waves. My arm was twisted at an impossible angle, yet I couldn't scream because my mouth would not open. I could feel the kicks coming at me from all directions, and as I received another one to the head I knew this was the end for me and my heartbeat slowed. The stab wound was bleeding too much for me to survive. When they left me for dead my eyes began to droop and the last thing I saw through fuzzy tunnel-like sight was a man running towards me before one final rattling breath coursed through my broken body and my heart stopped beating.