A New Life

I started writing this story on a notepad in geography and I typed it up on word. I decided to put some of it on Movellas.

"No one knows when they have to leave the world; you will never know that the corner you turned is the last corner you will ever turn. You will never know if the breath you just took is your last breath, or that the last time you tell your Mum goodbye is the last time you will ever speak to her. No one knows, unless there is someone out there planning everyone’s death.
‘Live your day like it’s your last’ "

Megan's human life was ended when she was walking home from a friend's birthday party. She is forced to start a new life and make new friends. She is forced to leave her old life behind.

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1. Prologue

 

                    No one knows when they have to leave the world; you will never know that the corner you turned is the last corner you will ever turn. You will never know if the breath you just took is your last breath, or that the last time you tell your Mum goodbye is the last time you will ever speak to her. No one knows, unless there is someone out there planning everyone’s death.

‘Live your day like it’s your last’

 

The ground was hard beneath my feet. They ached; these shoes are not suitable for walking long distances in. I breathed out and watched my breath pour out of my mouth. The cold air clung to my cheeks and bare arms. I shivered.

 

I was walking home from my friend’s 16th birthday party, my Mum was supposed to pick me up but the car broke down. Honestly, the car is a piece of shit. Always breaks down. Unless Mum is just lazy and can’t be bothered to pick me up. I knelt down on the hard cold ground, small stones – that felt like shards of glass - stuck into my knees. I ripped off my shoes

“stupid heels” I muttered. Sod it, I thought, I’m walking home bare foot. I got up slowly, the stones stabbed my feet, I felt like my feet were bruised and cut all over. I heard the wind brush past the leaves of the nearby trees, I froze. The hair on my arms stood on end. I clutched my bag protectively. I knew they probably didn’t want to steal my bag but it still was a possibility.

 

I had heard a hiss, not animal like at all, more of a human hiss ... The sound had come from behind...

I wanted to turn...

But a voice in my head told me I shouldn’t...

What if my attacker had pepper spray?

What if they had a gun?

What if their face belonged to someone I knew and they were ready to kill me?

I shut my eyes and waited for death to come...

I waited for whatever was going to come... 

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