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Chapter 1 of The ForsakenIt's been a while since I've been on here. Since that time I've published the second book, The Forsaken, in my The Darkness Trilogy. I have the first 3 chapters on my blog, but wanted to share it here as well. I'll do it in separate posts to make it easier. Here is Chapter 1.
Six months had passed since my life had nearly been cut short at 18. I came face to face with a murderer and I had killed him. I was nearly crushed in a car wreck by his accomplice, who got away, but I managed to survive. Surviving was something I needed to be really good at lately. By doing that I had realized what that word actually meant.
I had faced so much, too much, and I did it all without completely losing my sanity. That was, from what I could tell. No one had shipped me away to a mental hospital yet, so I guess that means I was doing pretty well.
I had to learn to confront fear and then kick it in the face. I
Sorry, SaxophonistYou hate me now?
Is the question that burns.
I hold it heavy in my chest
And I have since you told me,
"We haven't been good
For a long time now."
I had to let you go
But doesn't it show on my face?
I miss you,
You stupid saxophonist.
And I'm sorry.
You told me not to let it hurt.
It's not easy when you have feelings
"I have no empathy whatsoever."
You say that like it's an achievement.
Like it's another marching band trophy
For your stupid trophy case.
I hope you find someone like you.
I hope that you
Your dear saxophone
(Apparently worth more than I am any day)
End up happy with someone like you.
And, sorry to say this,
Then I hope you die.
Bleeding to death
You and that saxophone
In a ditch
On the side of the road
To somewhere nowhere near here.
I feel sorry for myself
No doubt about that one...
But I think I'm more visibly sorry for you.
PRAYPray for the kids whose lives were lost
Ruthless chemicals turned and tossed
All the people mourning now
You can't stop asking how
People could die
Real human lives
All gone forever
You can't pull the lever
Any help you can give them?
Pray for the people, who can't see the end
Pray for the kids, who lost a good friend
Pray for the families, mourning their lost
Pray for the people, who fear the most
Pray for resolution, not by guns or fire
Pray for God to hold back Hell's ire.