Amelia

Amelia

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*Excerpt* The headlights were speeding towards us and before there was any time to react I felt the colassal impact. Tire screeches and a blarring horn scream in my ear, I felt my body slam against the seatbelt and the shattering glass slice my face and arms. Through all the chatter and the sound of my friends screaming at the sight of their open wounds, I heard a faint sound; it was more quiet than the sound of a lone leaf landing in the middle of fall. It kept repeating the same thing over and over, until I finally heard it. "Amelia," I didn't have the power to crane my neck to see where the voice was coming from. Suddenly my ears pop, all noises blurred and distant noises faded, My vision is extremely disoriented, My skin became clammy and the blood rushes from my head, Darkness starts to cloud my eyesight, in seconds darkness completely consumed me.
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DIABOLIC SERIES 3 All my life I've lost my breath. It would happen over the simplest things, if I stretched too high to catch a ball, lifted something for too long, if I sneezed, if I talked. Other times I would loose my breath because I had a panic attack, or was yelling or being yelled at, if I was exerting myself on a physical level. Having the wind knocked out of me is a familiar feeling. But I didn't truly know what it felt like to loose the air in my lungs, loose the feeling that has kept my alive my entire life. I didn't loose it when I fell in love, I didn't loose it when I found out one drunken night with the girl I love would mean a baby, I didn't loose it when I found out that I'd actually be a father. No, I lost that when she told me that she doesn't love me. When she spit in my face how much she can't stand me, how I've ruined her life, that she doesn't want me in any aspect. I'm not her 'type' whatever that means, seeing as she quite willingly had sex with me. Her saying this made this ugly, lonely and depressing thought hit my diaphragm. Violet Thompson is carrying my child. And she despises me for it. The way I came to this conclusion was simple, Nonnie- -that's what I call her, since her middle name's Noel and I wanted something to call her that if I shouted it in the middle of a crowd, only she would turn to and know it's me- -told me that all she wants is someone there. A father for her baby, a physical presence. Not a mind, personality. Not a person. A body. A shell. I've been a dead man walking. And I was that shell, was just a body... until I found him.

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