Half A Heart

It is about me Joan. I'm dead. And now I'm happy more that I was alive. I love to be dead. But my story have to come out. Who there killed me, and who I loved. My daughter who never met me. And my sweetheart be loved boyfriend. Who killed me but how. And of cause my friends and family.
Read this story if you dare.

(This is my first story in english so hope you like it White Angel)


7. Chapter 6



“What took you so long?” Annalisa stayed over the last night. She was angry on Jeremy.

“There was a long line down in the supermarket.” She nodded. I looked over too her. She had eaten three coups of ice cream, and I had only bin gone in 20 minutes.

“Are there something wrong?” She looked down and began to cry. I walked over to her.

“What is wrong Anna?” Since she become my friend I had called her that and she called me Jo.

“I´m pregnant.” She cried more. Should she not be happy? She pregnant and she has a man there love her.

“What is wrong about that?”

“What if Jeremy don´t want to have the kid? What if he goes away? What if he don´t love me?”

“You live in what if. What if! What if! You say that, but I know that he loves you. And he is going to love the baby I know it.” She looked at me with hope in her eyes. “Have you said it to him?”

“No I was too afraid.” After that Annalisa took home. She needed to tell him it. And I needed to write. She called to me when I slept so I saw it when I waked up. She said that I was right, as always. It was the only thing she said, nothing else.

I looked at my mobile again. There was a message.

Please forgive me.

Nothing else. I could not see who it was. Who will write, “Please forgive me” to me? 



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