Killed For You.

Amelia Flawson is 14, when she's pushed off a cliff to her death.
But something's a little strange about Amelia.
Her eyes are open, and her hearts still beating.
But the only thing she can do is talk to people her own species...

This story is totally made up, but I would like to dedicate this story to my BFF Zahrah, who has had a terrible past.
*God Bless you, Zahrah, and family.*

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1. The Beginning.

"Come on, Amelia, it'll be a laugh!"

I watched the smile and calm look plastered on Sarah's face. I knew she couldn't go with-out me, and I also knew I would be totally hated if I didn't.

So I agreed.

"Cool. So, what you gonna wear? Bonnie Slaughts said she was gonna wear a bikini"

"Yeah, well, it's warm enough. Nah, I'm gonna wear that flowy, white, lace dress mom got me last week. It was for Gramma's funeral. She didn't want us to wear black, and she'd rather us celebrate her life with peace".

Sarah nodded, and gave me a hug.

"Sorry, I didn't know. You should proberly tell me things like this, I can help you deal with it".

I released myself, and smiled weakly at Sarah, and she smiled back.

"Right, so, meet at yours round about...7?"

I nodded in agreement, and spun round.

"Got to head off. Catch you at 7, then".

I made my way down the street, and around the corner, before bumping into Lewis, my ex.

"OMG, sorry! You alright?"

He nodded, and his face glew red.

Then he smiled, and continued to walk on.

I shrugged it off, too myself, anyway.

The wind swept my hair in my face, and I almost had a choking fit. I searched my wrists, under my coat, and managed to retrieve a hairbobble. I tied my long hair back into a long ponytail, leaving my side-fringe to hang freely. I continued the short walk to my house; the small ranch-like model, with a red roof, and shiney red door.

You could spot it a mile off.

I opened the small gate, and walked up the stoned-steps onto the pourch.

There lay our old, brown, furnished bench, that dad had made one cool summer evening.

But dad had to leave to join the army, and the only time I got to see him was on a Saturday at the end of every month. Even then, it was for about half a day.

I sighed to myself, and let my hand slide over the smooth, varnished wood.

Then I knocked on the door, and waited for mom to answer.

She finally did, but she was dressed in trackies and a vest top, with her amazingly large, gold hoop earrings.

She looked like one of those ladies on The Only Way Is Essex.

"Hons, there you are. Come in, it's flipping freezing!"

I stepped over the threshold, and into the warmth of out family home.

Although it was more on the home side.

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