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Prologue: The Night Everything Changed Soleigh - Age 9 The smell of smoke was the first thing that woke me. It wasn't the soft, familiar scent of Mama's Sunday biscuits or the lavender oil she rubbed on my forehead when I couldn't sleep. This smell was harsh, bitter, and thick enough to claw at my throat. Then I saw it-orange flames dancing across my bedroom ceiling like demons set free. "Mama!" My voice cracked, raw with terror as I coughed against the smoke. I stumbled out of bed, my bare feet hitting the cold wooden floor, my favorite stuffed rabbit clutched tightly in one hand. My tiny lungs burned as I screamed again, louder this time. "Mama! Daddy!" The hall was already filled with smoke, swirling around me, thick and black. I could barely see, but I could hear-the violent crackling of fire, the house groaning like it was alive and in pain. Somewhere deep inside, I heard my father's voice, muffled and frantic "Soleigh! Stay there, baby! I'm coming!" I wanted to move toward him, but a piece of the ceiling collapsed, sparks flying like angry stars, blocking my path. I shrieked, stumbling back into my room as heat pressed against my skin. "Daddy!" My scream was drowned out by the roar of the flames. I backed into the corner, tears streaming down my face. My little heart pounded so hard it hurt. I thought about the bedtime story Mama had told me just hours before, her voice soft and warm, telling me about angels who watch over us. "Please, angels," I whispered between coughs, "please help my mommy and daddy." The last thing I remember was my father's silhouette appearing through the smoke-running, reaching for me-before everything went dark. When I woke up, the world was too bright. The sterile smell of antiseptic stung my nose. My body ached, my throat burned, and my stuffed rabbit was nowhere to be found. I blinked, confused,until it all came rushing back like a tidal wave. The fire Continue reading to find out more ! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!!!
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I woke to a sudden breeze invading the warmth from the heavy blanket that caressed my skin. Here, alone with my thoughts, the still, calm quiet in the atmosphere is almost painful. I feel suffocated in the clingy, static air. In quiet, still moments like these, I can almost feel Him. I don't know who "Him" is, but I can feel his presence. It's almost calming, especially on fearful, anxiety fueled nights. Usually, he was the strongest when I had a nightmare. The nightmares weren't as common now, but, right after everything happened, I was having them every night. I'd wake up and swear I was drenched in blood, my eyes and lips sticky, my nose filled with the smell of iron and fuel. After everything, that's when Him first came. From there, he just never left. I can usually sense when Him is near. Today, though, his presence is stronger. I can almost feel Him next to me, weighing down the mattress. Some nights, I roll over and imagine how he looks, envision his smile or the sparkle in his eyes. He's never there and I'm left clutching to the thought that he exists, staring into empty air. Tonight, though, I swear I can reach out and touch him. Extending my hand gently, I sweep my hand out into the darkness and meet an inexplicable warmth. A scream rips from my lungs as hands cover my face and two icy blue eyes stare back at me, daring me to speak again. A soft cloth caressed my nose and mouth before I felt myself fade into bed. All Rights Reserved. Contains graphic descriptions of violence and assault. Contains battle scene.

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