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this is the first book of a four-part series that i'm writing, also on the twilight fanpage. Please feel free to bình luận and tell me if bạn like it, hoặc if bạn have any suggestions. i'm DEFINATELY open to those.

IT SUCKS TO FALL IN LOVE, only to have it ripped away bởi what bạn are. To have it stripped from bạn bởi your crimes against others. If anyone knew that, it was me, since I had to go through this thêm times than anyone else has. But this was different. He was different.
He was pinned to the ground bởi one of my prosecutors, his face contorted in pain. It hurt me thêm than cracking a whip to my back to watch him look so helpless. Every part of me burned with the need to protect him, but I knew that I couldn’t, because if I did, he’d die for it.
It was my place to hurt for my crimes, not his.
“So, have bạn decided your fate yet, mutt?” my executioner asked, her lips curving up into a twisted sneer. I wanted with every inch of my being to rip her throat out and grind it into dust. I hated her with all of my heart, but I had to control myself.
For Ky, I reminded myself. For his life, I must lose mine.
“Mari, don’t answer her,” the only person in my world yelled at me. “She’s bluffing. She won’t do anything. Just run away. Jus- Aaah!” His words were cut off bởi a rod with steam coming off the end of it being thrown against his back. The sudden fragrance of blood filled the room, and the mouths of my prosecutors watered, as did mine. I bit back the urge to taste that blood that was running down his back, but it was difficult.
“Well, Mari?” the chó cái, bitch in front of me demanded, her eyes going black with anticipation. She knew me too well; she knew what my choice was going to be even before she asked the question. She had me.
“No, Mari,” yelled Ky. The rod was struck into his back again and he hissed in pain. I squeezed my eyes shut at the sound. I couldn’t chịu, gấu to see him hurt, especially when his pain was my fault.
I deserved that pain, not him. I was the guilty one, not him. With that in mind, I made my decision.
I took a deep breath before answering, knowing that it would be my last. “Let him go. I forfeit my life.”
And when I spoke the last word, a gun was fired.


I LOOKED AROUND ME, ONLY TO find that there was nothing and no one there. I was alone, wounded, and scared as hell. I screamed for her, but she was nowhere to be found. I felt like my entire body was on fire, especially my head, but I looked down at myself and saw that there were no flames anywhere. I screamed for my girl again, my voice filled with agony.
Finally, someone heard me. The girl I had been screaming for walked through the darkness around me and crouched down tiếp theo to me. Her ice blue eyes were perfectly calm, even as I screamed in pain. A tear rolled down her cheek. She tried to smile, but it came out as only a grimace.
“I guess there’s no forever for me,” she đã đưa ý kiến vaguely, her voice cracking in odd places. “I’m so sorry that I brought this on you. This is my fault.” She reached up to her face to wipe the tear away with the back of her hand.
I wanted to ask her what she meant bởi that, but another wave of pain crashed over me and the only thing that I could do was scream out again. “Make … it … stop!” I yelled, amazed that I could actually form words.
“I can’t,” she replied, sadness creeping into her calm mask. “No one can. What’s done is done and I’m so sorry that this had to happen to you.” She leaned down and kissed my forehead. I didn’t feel the coolness that I usually felt with her lips; instead, I felt intense pain in my head where her lips touched my skin, as if she was burning me. It was unbearable and I sent a silent prayer that this would all be over soon.
“What’s … happening … to me?” I asked. I balled my hands in pain, not enjoying the way that the motion only made it hurt more. I was truly on ngọn lửa, chữa cháy and it hurt like hell.
The tears flowed freely from her eyes when I screamed the words out. She swept a strand of her snow-white hair behind her ear before she đã đưa ý kiến anything. “I’m so sorry,” she sobbed. “I’m so sorry. You’re dying and it’s my fault. I’m so sorry.” She continued to cry for me until I felt myself fade.

I woke up soon after. I sat up on the black leather couth that replaced a giường in my room and looked over at the clock on my desk. It was only two-thirty in the morning. I groaned and dropped myself back on the couch.
It had been a week since I had started dreaming about the silver-haired girl and I was losing a lot of sleep over it. And the kicker was: I didn’t even know the damn girl! She wasn’t an actress on TV hoặc a girl who went to my school, yet I dreamed of her every single night.
And the dreams all ended the same exact way: she cried over me while I died.
How creepy was that?
I closed my eyes and tried to force myself into a dreamless sleep, but it didn’t work. I could still see the girl behind my closed eyelids. I opened my eyes and reached down to the floor and grabbed my IPod. Putting the headphones in my ears, I turned the IPod on and selected “In the End” bởi Linkin Park. The opening melody of the đàn piano helped me find the sleep that eluded me for a while. Yawning, I happily fell into blissful, dreamless sleep.

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I woke up again hours later with a major headache, which was usual for me, since I always played my âm nhạc at the hàng đầu, đầu trang volume. I stood up from the đi văng and walked over to my bàn and popped a pain killer that I hid from my grandmother into my mouth. It took a few phút to start to take any effect, but I was happy once it did.
My cell phone rang in my pocket giây later, reminding me that I left it in there last night. I pulled it out and immediately checked caller I.D. Really, I thought. He’d call me this early in the morning?
“Hey, Grey,” he greeted me when I picked up.
“Shaun, bạn do know what time it is, right?” I asked him, yawning.
Shaun laughed. “Dude, it’s two in the afternoon,” he answered. “What’s going on, man? You’re sounding eager this morning.”
I laughed once in response. Shaun Michaels had been my best friend since we accidently glued our hair together in kindergarten. He was an evil little bastard, and I, unfortunately, was his little guinea pig. Hmm. Oh, life’s little quirks.
“Oh nothing special,” I answered him. “I’m just losing sleep, since I keep having those strange-as-fuck dreams ‘bout a girl that I don’t know but is too damn hot for words.”
Shaun laughed again. “Oh, dude, bạn got it bad,” he teased. “And for a fantaisie girl, might I add.”
“Either tell me why bạn called hoặc fuck off, dude,” I nearly growled at him. I was tired as hell, and therefore not in the mood for his jokes. Well, I thought to myself, that’s what bạn get for confiding in him.
“All right, all right,” he surrendered. “Tessa wanted me to let bạn know about the Halloween party at Adrian’s place tonight. bạn are going, right?”
Oh, hell, no, I wanted to scream at him. I hated parties – I was about as anti-social as they came – and I swore that the Halloween party of 2010 was the last of Adrian Peter’s parties that I’d ever go to.
“You are aware that the last Halloween party that I went to, I Mất tích my virginity to a girl dressed as a nurse, right?” I asked just to make sure.
“She just wanted to play Doctor,” he joked. “Plus, bạn can only lose your virginity once.” I rolled my eyes at his joke and threatened to hang up. Shaun chuckled at me and told me to calm down. “Dude, bạn have to come hoặc Tessa will ki…” he paused for several minutes. I started to wonder if the call had been dropped, when I finally heard something on the other end of the line.
“Ky, bạn are going to listen to what I have to say,” Tessa Wiles’ voice came through the phone. Tessa was Shaun’s current fling and one of my best Những người bạn since the third grade. She was also as deviant as Shaun was, but she was the only one of the two that never got caught.
“Tessa, make it quick,” I demanded. “I’m tired and hungry as hell so hurry it up.”
“Ky, bạn are going to that party even if I have to drag bạn there myself. Adrian’s cousins are coming here from Châu Âu and he wants bạn to meet them tonight. And so help me, Ky, if bạn don’t go, you’ll never hear the end of it,” she threatened.
“And if I don’t want to meet them?” I questioned, my voice sounding rude, even though it wasn’t of my intensions.
“Then you’ll just go to the party and drink hoặc something,” she answered. “I don’t really care what bạn do there, but bạn are going. Understood?”
“You really are a bitch, aren’t you?” I joked, still tasting the acid in my voice.
Tessa laughed. “Don’t bạn forget it,” she replied. “See you, Ky.”
“Bye.” I hung up. Putting the phone back in my pocket, I started muttering unintelligently. Tessa always knew how to make others see her way, which is why she never got in any trouble with teachers at school for how she acted.
My stomach growled, breaking the momentary silence. I groaned and rolled my eyes. Of course my stomach had to choose now to be hungry. It could have woken me up a few hours earlier like it usually did. I opened my bedroom door and basically ran down the stairs to the kitchen. I was so hungry that I could actually eat a herd of cows. And I didn’t care if they were cooked hoặc not.
When I reached the end of the stairs, I accidentally bound into my grandmother, who was going out for her daily smoke.
I steadied her when it looked like she was about to fall over, mumbling a string of apologies while doing so. She waved me off with a wave of hand and straightened herself up. That was one thing that I’ve always admired about my grandma: she was as tough as a brick.
“I hope bạn have a good reason for almost knocking over your poor, defenseless grandmother to the ground,” she joked.
I laughed in response and rolled my eyes. “Aw, come on, Moms,” I said. “You know I’d never tackle bạn on purpose.” Then, in my darkest, movie-villain voice, I sarcastically said, “Unless bạn force me to.” She hit me on the shoulder and laughed.
Moms had been taking care of me since I was four – the năm my parents and cousin died in a car accident. She preferred the name “Moms” instead of calling “Grandma” hoặc “Nana.” It didn’t really matter to me what I called her, but since she was only forty-five years old with a seventeen-year-old grandson, it mattered to her.
Moms cleared her throat. “Well, I’m going for a smoke. And don’t bạn dare tell me that I should quit because of my age because that would be a bunch of bullshit since bạn smoke yourself,” she added when I opened my mouth to say something. I smiled at her; she knew me too well.
“I was only going to ask if I can have one,” I replied innocently, laughing on the inside when an expression of embarrassment took her face. She was so easy to fool, which sometimes caused me to pity her … hoặc to wonder whether she knew exactly what I was up to. It was hard to tell with her.
“Well, bạn can’t,” she told me. “I might be old and wrinkly” – I laughed as she đã đưa ý kiến those words as if they were cuss words – “but bạn still have a life to live. If one of us has to quit smoking, it should be you.”
“Okay, first, you’re only forty-five,” I pointed out. “How is that old and wrinkly?”
Moms laughed at me. “Oh, honey, when you’re my age, you’ll understand.” She hugged me before walking out the door. I rolled my eyes and chuckled at my grandma. She always had a problem with her age, even when she was only twenty-eight. My mother, Georgia, had always đã đưa ý kiến that Moms had always wanted to say eighteen for the rest of her life, because that was the năm that my grandfather proposed to Moms, therefor it was the happiest năm of her life. I always thought that it was really disgusting and mushy when I was younger, but now – in a way – it didn’t seem so bad.
I went into the phòng bếp, nhà bếp and tried to find something to eat for breakfast/lunch. After a few phút of looking for thịt ba rọi, thịt xông khói hoặc eggs, I finally gave up and made a bowl of cereal. While doing so, I found myself thinking about the white-haired girl again (I couldn’t help it, really.) I thought about how beautiful she was, even when she was spilling tears. I thought about how she seemed so strong in every dream. I admired her for that and immediately laughed at myself for that thought. This girl didn’t exist, yet I was attracted to her! What the hell was wrong with me?
Shaking my head, I dispelled the thought. There isn’t anything wrong with me, I told myself. Whatever these dreams are, you’ll figure it out. Now stop diễn xuất like a chick and eat already.
I ate my Cheerios quickly, faster than I ever thought possible. I put my bowl in the sink and walked back up the stairs to my room. I knew that I spent much thêm time in there than was necessary, but I didn’t exactly know what else to do hoặc where else to go. I barely had any Những người bạn that I could stand for thêm than ten minutes, besides Shaun and Tessa. Plus, I really didn’t believe in the bullshit that was Facebook hoặc MySpace, so I wasn’t on either of those.
I turned my IPod back on once I got back to my room and turned on Muse’s “Uprising,” connecting it to the amplifiers. I lied back on my couch, closed my eyes, and focused on the lyrics and guitar. I seemed to forget about the dreams, which was I was trying to accomplish. I made a mental note to keep this exercise in mind; it could be of use to me later.
I fell asleep when the song switched over to an old Evanescence song, the melody of the opening đàn piano lulling me to the land of Nod. Thankfully, this sleep was also dreamless.
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Zane POV
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