Our Destiny (Sequel to Fallen)

It's been a year since Karla started to remember, and everything looks perfect. It feels perfect. But the burden from her being an orphan, and both of her parents dying because of her, keeps adding more weight on her shoulders. When Justin and Karla find themselves in a situation they can't get out of, will their love be enough?

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1. 10.000 Reasons

A/N This is a sequel to my first novel 'Fallen'. So if you haven't read that yet, I recommend you do so. http://www.movellas.com/en/book/read/201302160025182377

-Emma

 

"We are gathered here today to honor Tania Jackson, a lovely mother, friend, and daughter." See this is what really pissed me of, of course, she was a loving mother, at least in the end. But honestly, she didn't have any friends anymore. Her mother was dead and her dad had left her a very long time ago. Almost no one in that room at that time actually knew my mum. There was some people from her high school, but from what I had picked up, they didn't really care about her. They just felt guilty to attend to her funeral. Sure, Pattie sort of knew her, and I felt happy that she was there. And then of course, Justin. As the priest went on with the talk that he drew on every funeral he attended, Justin grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "I know that Tania wanted her daughter, Karla to speak." He then stepped down. I stared at the black casket with the bouquet of purple flowers on top of it it as I walked out of my bench, and up to face the whole lot of 20 people, with that number I was included, in the room. I opened the paper that I had re-written so many times, and placed it on the wooden surface in front of me. But when I looked down, the black letters just sort of mixed up with the tears in my eyes, and everything got smudgy. I took a deep breath and grabbed the edges of the dark brown podium. I searched through the crowd of people. All these unfamiliar faces. What did their lives look like? "You know I wrote this about a thousand times." I held the paper up in the air. "But now... it just doesn't make sense anymore." I sighed and watched the expressionless faces in the benches. "My mum was an incredible woman, even though most of you probably didn't know her, she was really special." I felt the tears coming. Deep breaths Karla. "When I was little, my mum used to read me this quote, she said that it reminded her of her own mother. I've asked her several times who said this quote, but she didn't know. It went like this. 'When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure'." I saw a tear stream down Justin's cheek, and I broke. The tears streamed down my cheeks and made my paper wet. "My mother is a lovely memory, and I will never forget her." I finished with a broken voice. Then I grabbed my paper, and walked down. I listened as my mothers favorite song played in the speakers. 10.000 Reasons with Matt Redman. I closed my eyes and felt the warm tears hit my legs. I felt Justin's hand in mine, and I knew, I would never be alone.

I opened my eyes and stared into the wall. Why even try anymore? I, as carefully as I could, lifted Justin's arms of me, and tip toed out of the room. I went to the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I opened the cabinet and grabbed one of the razor blades from Justin's razor. I then sat down on the toilet. Oh god, when was the last time I cut? Probably before I met Justin. I stared down at my wrists that were already scar covered. I put the razor blade to my skin, and took a deep breath. Then I cut, it helped. It made me focus on physical pain instead of mental. I heard the blood drip to the cold floor, as well as the razor when I heard the door open. With tears on my cheeks I turned to the door to see, a very startled, Justin. I think it took him a second to really see what I had done. Then he was in front of me and grabbed my hands in his. He looked straight into my eyes. "Please promise me you'll never do this again." I think that's when I really felt the pain, and it was even worse than ever before. I nodded. He stood up and pointed at me. "Don't you dare to move." I decided to wash my wrist, since I could barely see it under all of the blood. I stood up and put the water on. After a while the most of the blood was gone and I was surprised with how deep I actually had cut. I'd never cut that deep. Justin came with bandages and wrapped them around my bloody wrist. After that he kissed it. I raised an eyebrow. "Really? The magical kiss?" He smiled cheekily. "It always works."

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