Fatal Hollows

Fatal Hollows

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"Please don't cry." My stomach twist and turns as if it were a cyclone. I try to push away the hot tears. "You don't understand" I tell him, "and you never will." "I can try," he says putting his arm on my shoulder, I wince from the pain. The bruises and cuts on my shoulder are sensitive to the slightest touch. "Do you not understand!?" I shout, "I'm different from everyone else! I don't even know what I am. How could you possibly understand this!" I throw my gym bag on the asphalt. " let me help you." He pleads. I began to walk away but I feel his hands on my arm, he pulls me towards him. I scream in pain. He pulls up my sweatshirt to reveal my bruises. "Are you being abused?" He asks flatly. This causes my heart to fall. I wish! I always knew I was different, but just how different was the answer I am looking for. Death marks the hour, tick Tok, tick Tok. As I sleep into the madness of the Fatal Hollows. The horrid looks on the faces of the people who shriek with great agony
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Hey guys! This book has been officially published on Amazon. It's available as an ebook or a paperback. The version available on Amazon has been edited and I even changed some of the plot. I'd love it if you went to check it out and maybe even bought it. (https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B0BF333KWH/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?ie=UTF8&qid=&sr=) Love, Sophia *** "I-" I try to say something, anything, but the words get stuck in my throat when Jonas suddenly grabs the collar of my shirt and pulls me awfully close to his face. "Shut it!" Chills shoot down my spine as if someone just dumped a bucket of ice water down the back of my shirt. What is he doing? I know he can get angry sometimes, but he wouldn't dare to lay a hand on me in public, would he? I wait and wait for him to do something, but he does nothing because we get interrupted by a loud voice that sounds through the quiet of the night. "Hey!" I dare to open my eyes a little to see where it's coming from. A tall blond guy, carrying grocery bags is standing a couple yards away. "Yes, I'm talking to you! Step away from the girl right now!" *** The story of two broken souls- Madeleine Evans, a college student in an abusive relationship, and Elias Sanders, a soldier suffering from PTSD- trying to pick up their own and each other's pieces. Warning: Mature content! (Violence, strong language, sexual assault, substance abuse...)

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