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Sickly Sweet Teaser

Sickly Sweet Teaser

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Mar 5, 2014
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"What?" Syria Ginger asked. She couldn't quite hear over her heart thrumming in her ears. Didn't hear the soft gasp that came from her mother or the curses that fled from her daddy's mouth. Her lungs ached painfully, her head swimming. She sucked in a breath through her teeth, when she realized she wasn't breathing, lungs stinging when the gulp of air was too much. Her childhood doctor looked at her parents with soft brown eyes. It was nine in the morning and she was suppose to be in first period sitting quietly, scrolling through her iPad, on wattpad, trying to convince herself to post a story, but couldn't quite bring herself to do it. That's what she should have been doing, not being told she was dying.
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"What do you think it feels like to die, Clay?" I whispered. "Don't you dare, Juliette," he said, grabbing my arms. "Don't you dare think like that. Ever." I didn't say anything. "Why won't you tell anyone? Why won't you tell anyone, we can help you, why don't you understand that?" Silence. "You think no one cares, Juliette," Clay whispered. "But you forget that I'm here. I'm here for you." I kept my eyes down. "Juliette," Clay took my hands and scooted in front of me, bending down to try and catch my eyes. "I'm here. And I'm never, ever gonna leave you. We were supposed to meet at some point. And we were never made to separate. Where's that pretty smile? Where's that gorgeous, raspy voice?" he asked. "Huh?" I slowly looked at him. "My favorite eyes," he said. "Just stop." I whispered, sniffling. "Please." "No," He held my face and brought me to him. "I love you. And I'm never gonna stop." ****** Juliette Harris was depressed. She had been for a long time, but no one ever knew. Her parents died when she was younger, her grandmother who was her favorite person of all after her parents' death died, and her foster mother and foster brother hated her. She has many friends and tries to put on a happy face, but inside she was gone. Her happiness was gone. Until someone new came along.

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