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Sunday, February 3, 2008

The prolgue to my story (will try to post differ chpts every friday).
Crimson Nights
By: Kaylie Millay

Dedicated to my all friends and family for supporting me through every thing. I love you all.

Prologue

I couldn’t believe it. For an immeasurable moment I actually tried to trick myself into thinking this was a dream. Some horrible dream I would wake from at any moment.
This was no dream though. No matter how much I wish it, this is one nightmare I will never wake from. Now the tears flow freely down my face without restraint. Like a sudden down-pour.
I kneeled next to the man who brought me into his home with love and respect. Blood slowly trickled from his mouth as he took exaggerated breaths. Grasping his hand we stared at each other for what seemed like hours but only moments. His deep, cloudy; blue eyes were aged beyond his years and peaceful.
His spirit was slipping away and his heart was slowing. “No, I don’t want you to go.” I croaked through heavy sobs.
“It’s my time Sam.” He affectionally squeezed my hand. “You’ll always be my daughter. So No matter what happens you’ll always be a part of me. I love you…Sam.”
Somehow between sobs, “I-I love you t-to d-daddy.” Slowly his eyes closed, and his heart gave out its final last beats. All signs of life faded in one slow moment.
Tom Taylor -my father- died.
I couldn’t keep him in my heart because -just like him- it was dead.
end of prologue.
ps:todays post is below the story
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