Tristan's PovIt all felt unreal.Nothing in this moment felt real when I saw her eyes flutter closed, as I held her to my chest. I instantly felt like somebody stabbed me in the heart with an acid-dipped dagger, and I felt as her body went  limb in my arms."Cianna!" I called loudly, in hopes that she would hear me-- that she would open her eyes, say this is all a prank and we walk home together happily. But from sound of my colleagues shouting and the huge knife lodged in her back, I knew that it wasn't possible.It felt like the world had stopped revolving, like I was in a vacuum as the sound of everything became silent in a single deafening ring. I felt like  I was the main silhouette in a paining, with the only highlight being the woman that was now unresponsive in my arms.I couldn't see anything else, I couldn't hear anything else. I could only feel her frail b

My throat felt like the Sahara Desert as I felt my toes twitch. The enhanced sound of a constant beeping was almost deafening to my ears, and my nose twitched under the strong smell of hand sanitiser and bleach. My eyes felt glued shut as I tried to open them, and I noticed it felt like days since I've used any of my senses. I tried to shift, tried to move, but a sharp pain in my lower back and waist sent me in a stiffened, still state. I heard myself wince, which only sent more unwanted dry air to my parched throat. I erupted into a series of coughs, and I heard a low gasp near by me as I finally forced my eyes open. The first thing I was met with was a bright, white tiled roof. My vision was then invaded by a woman's face and brown curls. I blinked a few times to get my vision clearer, a

It has been twelve days since I got stabbed. Twelve days since Mia died, and Twelve days since my dad committed a crime that landed him in jail.   Contrastly, it has been five days since I've been discharged from the hospital. Five days telling myself that I wasn’t going to visit my dad, and five days since I've spoken to Tristan.   I hated myself for avoiding him like this. I knew he wasn’t to blame for any of this. I wanted him so damn much to hold me, tell me everything will be okay, but anytime I saw my phone blazing up with a call from him, I didn’t pick it up.   I only spoke to him once to get my dog back that he kept for me wh

NOTE: Chapter contains mature content. Just a little bit. Happy reading! *** "Mom can you get me more painkillers on your way back?" "Okay sweetie. Remember to rest!" My mom bellowed as she went through the front door. I've gotten so used to her being here, that I even forgot that this was temporary. She didn’t even seem like she was making an effort to try and get back to her husband. But oddly I didn’t mind. I hated what had been going on in my life, especially with my dad, so

"All rise for the Honorable Judge Hamilton" The officer recited in a monotone voice as a man in a black gown entered.   We all stood as he sat, and I could get a better look at my dad and Larry at the front. As if feeling my gaze, he turned to meet my eyes, and I involuntarily looked away as my anxiety rose. We both knew that today was the day.   He would go away in prison forever, and I will never see him free again.   I had cried on my way here, and Tristan was with me all the way. Gosh what would I do without him? I loved him so much that words couldn’t even tell. My mom, Emily and even Jessica were here for support too, and I cou