Broken hearts, things break, life is lived.

Broken hearts, things break, life is lived.

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Everyone wants to have a purpose in life. Weather it’s just to be a good father or mother, or to be a big time person, or a hero. Everyone wants to know that they're loved, and are here for a purpose. But what happens when that purpose is stolen, ripped away from you. What happens when every thing you ever knew is gone, and only in a blink of an eye. Everything was taken from me, I don’t know why i survived and the other didn’t, i guess it just happened. I know my uncle would never tell me this, but i know he blames me. My family died 2 weeks and 3 days ago. A drunk driver hit us, sending us flying and slamming into a pole. When the emts arrived at the scene i was the only one they could even manage to get out of the car. The car was damaged and wrapped around the pole. All the blood and broken glass was terrible. I was barely alive when they found me. Some say it was miracle, some say its a sign that i’m a witch. I say its a curse, to know that your family died and that you're the only one to survive. I mean many people would be happy to be alive, not me. I keep secrets, secrets no one else will know, or even have. This is my life story from beginning to end. This is the life of Jaselyn El Davis...
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ONCE my mom told me that we, as humans, only fear what we do not know and that that is the sole reason for violence. We do not know what is to come of something, so in retaliation we immediately fight it off before we can ever find out; before we can ever see if there is any beauty in it. My mom is gone now. Along with any sanity we as a people have left. The year is 2193, and the world is at war. We, humans, are at war with each other only because of what we are and what we can do. We fear what we do not know, thus all we know is ignorance. The government, our democracy, our people and our world have fallen. Nothing good ever comes from being afraid of the abnormalities of others, especially when those abnormalities are amazing. The truth is, none of us are normal. Everyone's definition of normality is different, making it humanly impossible for anyone to ever accomplish the craved label of "normal". Then again, everything we have grown capable of was once described as humanly impossible. By those standards none of us are human. Not even me. A U T H O R ' S N O T E : This book is completed and there will be a second book coming out sometime next year, most likely in the summer. Please excuse any grammar issues or misspellings I have. I hope there are not many, but please consider I do all of the editing myself. Also this is a revised edition of Incapable - Book I: The Fallen. I think I have made it much better than the original story I wrote in the summer of this year and posted only a few months ago. I hope you enjoy! Happy reading. Xoxo, Miquéla P.S. I'm more than open to Q & A in the comments section or on my board if you have any questions regarding the book or just in general. :)

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