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The forgotten piece

This is a race against time and fate itself with destiny and lives hanging in balence.Something that happened 12 years ago haunts her. Something she can't remember. The questions that won't let her go turn into nightmares and haunt her. The hand she has been dealt is not easy but as cruel as fate has been she is not alone.This is not her destiny alone to face. What will Natasha do when demons from her past appear in the present and threaten her future?

Kathrine_Killer · Fantasy
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I was at the end.

Have you ever been there-at the end? End of the rope, end of patience for life, for pain. It's not a place you can tolerate much less like.

I was at the end of the cliff when she came into my life; and since then my life has been a series of adventuresi could not have ever dared imagine before. She changed me in ways that I couldn't have envisioned.

We were on a trip that day- me and my family. It was the usual, them trying to act as if they gave a crap and me pretending their lack of acknowledgement didn't hurt me. It's not that they didn't care I know they did. They were simply too busy trying to exist, that they forgot I existed.

People say that your life flashes before your eyes when you are about to meet your end. I don't remember that happening at all.

A step, the rock cracking under the pressure of my weight; the feeling of weightlessness as the gravity eluded me. A strong hold at my hand and a sharp pain in my arm from the jerk of the hold then blood as it seeped out of my body from the cuts, scrapes and the huge gash on my figure; black spots in my vision. A few noises, even more hands the feeling of being lifted as they pulled me up to solid ground and that's when I saw her hand. Forget the life flash, all i could think about was the star tatoo on her hand and her blurry face comming in front of my eyes which were doing a pretty good job of elluding me. The distant siren of the ambulance, the feeling of people moving me and then the pitch blackness of noting. No voice, smell, sound reached me as I closed my eyes. Thinking one thought over and over again " Is this really the end. "