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***
It's terrifying how death can
materialize in a single, silent moment,
completely unnoticed by the rest of the
world. I was lying on the couch, tucked
into a cocoon of blankets and attempt-
ing to control the shivers that were run-
ning like a current through my body. As
the morning slipped by, I drifted in and
out of consciousness and it must have
happened sometime then, when my ดูดไขมันที่ไหนดี
family disappeared out of existence.
When I could no longer sleep, I pulled a
shaky hand out of my warm haven and
grabbed the remote; cartoons always
made me feel better. The news channel
flickered onto the screen. A news
reporter stated in a monotone voice
that the famous Bill Howard—C.E.O of
the Howard Investment Corporation—
had perished in a deadly car accident. I
blinked, suddenly confused. He wasn't
serious, was he? Or maybe there was
another Bill Howard who wasn't my
father?
Everyone has that one life changing
moment. It shapes who you are as a
person and pushes you down the path
that leads to rest of your life. It defines
you. Sometimes you can see it coming
from a mile away, but other times it
happens in a split second. That's how it
went for me—one quick flash and my
life was completely derailed.
The reporter went on to explain that all
of the individuals who were traveling
in the car had died. However, one
daughter hadn't been present, and her
whereabouts were currently unknown.
That one daughter was me, wasn't it?
I stared at the T.V. in disbelief and
utter horror, having a hard time
comprehending anything that was
being said. There was a mug of hot
chocolate sitting on the coffee table that
my father made before they left. He
couldn't be dead. He had swirled in the
marshmallows only a few hours ago.
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The screen then shifted to a picture
of the wreckage and my stomach
did a flip. The vehicle was barely
recognizable—it had smashed into a
tree so hard that it wrapped around the
thick trunk—but I knew the bright blue
of my mom's Cadillac. That was her car,
and my family had been in it!
My stomach reacted before I could
process anything, and I bent over the
side of the couch and emptied what
little amount of hot chocolate I had
been able to sip this morning onto the
hard, wooden floor. How could my
mother, the woman who had held my
hair back last night as I had cried into
the toilet suffering from the flu, be
gone? What about Lucy - my other
half? Was it even possible for one twin
to live while the other was dead?
***
It was later that night when I heard
the soft knocks of the police officers
on my front door. I hadn't moved from
my spot on the couch. The television
was still blaring; all day it had been a
loop of repeating news about the death
of Bill Howard. I tuned out when the
shock took control of my body. At some
point I slipped into a dreamlike state,
unable to feel anything except the
numbness of my limbs. There was more
puke on the floor, but I hadn't been able
to cry because it didn't feel real.
The officers brought a woman with
them and she slowly entered the apart-
ment. Her eyes were red and puffy
from crying and her voice was the first
thing I was able to understand in hours.
"Hi, Jackie dear," she said, crouching
down next to me. "I'm Katherine
Walter." Her golden hair was plastered
to her head. The name sounded vaguely
familiar and I looked up into her eyes.
She didn't look like anyone I had ever
met before, but something about her
name was familiar.
Katherine Walter. Hadn't I heard that
name just this morning? Was the lady
standing in front of me my mother's
long lost best friend? The Katherine
who had attended Hawks Boarding
School—the place where my sister and
I went—with my mom all those years
ago?
It was then and there that reality came
crashing down on me—and hard.
Katherine Walter was who my parents
were driving out to meet this morning
when they had crashed. She had flown
in from Colorado to visit.
My family was dead and this woman
was proof. I could see the pain in her
eyes and hear the hurt in her voice. My
mom must have meant something to
her. I choked, trying to gasp for air, and
sharp pains raked my stomach. Finally,
the tears came. 1733
"Shhh, honey," said Katherine, stroking
my hair as I bawled. "It's going to be
okay. I'm going to take care of you."
And so began my journey away from
the beautiful city I loved. Away from
the cement jungle that had always
kept me captivated. Far away from the
flashing neon signs and the sound of
traffic that lulled me to sleep. Away
from the expensive shopping, colorful
Broadway shows and restaurants that
offered every cuisine imaginable. And
far away from New York which held my
childhood memories and my heart.
I was heading towards Colorado and a
ranch with twelve beautiful boys. PPM
***
Hi friends,
I'm really glad you've enjoyed reading
other stories similar to this one on
Wattpad. However, please don't
accuse me of stealing another Wattpad
author's story. I posted this story on
Quizilla.com in March of 2009 before
Surviving the Mclane Boys and then
here on Wattpad in December 2010
before the Walker Boys, Riley and the
Boys, or any other "boys" story.
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