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Misguided Youth. Adam's Story.

Novel By: Blackdragon99
Young adult

I wanted to write him again. So I decided to write a story of Adam and his past. If you read the Bio's you know Adam didn't have a great life but he lived it to the full. I hope you enjoy this story. View table of contents...



Submitted:Dec 11, 2011    Reads: 17    Comments: 6    Likes: 0   

Author's Note. Yes I am writing again. Anyway This story starts when Adam dies. I have decided to like the ocean and the world itself go a circle. Show the unending life circle. we are born. We live our lives. We have our time to die. Now to the story.

Do you know the expression "Your life flashed before your eyes?" Well mine was flashing, rapid pictures as I felt my ribs crack. The unavoidable scream escaped my lips as I knew my fate. Darkness encircled me as I hit the hard asphalt.

"NOOOO" I swear I heard a shattered cry. Then muffled voices. My ears listened only for one.

"Adam!" I heard Emma scream from a faraway land. NO she couldn't see me like this. She couldn't see me…. Not like this.

My sides were sticky, my head splitting. My vision a blur, everything was bright. So Bright.

I felt a presence and took a breath. My lungs burned as I gasped. I felt my head been lifted then cradled by tender hands, Emma's hands. I hated myself for allowing her to see me like this but I loved having her so close, it made me feel stronger.

I realised home isn't a huge house worth cold hearted money. Home is someone you truly care about, been with them, loving them. That was priceless.

"Adam fight. I love you Adam fight this bastard" I heard Emma's voice. I desperately tried to say her name, say anything to express my love. Only a weak gasp escaped.

"Emma" I managed to almost whisper, it was hidden behind my gasp. Everything was taking so long, so much pain. So much… Emma. I must fight for her. She's asking me, how can I say no? FIGHT! I must fight.

"Fight" Emma's voice reassured me. I felt her hands around mine. I gagged as blood flooded the back of my throat. I couldn't breathe. I felt so heavy. I felt no air in me as I desperately tried to squeeze Emma's hand. I was fading. My vision caught her neck, it wasn't clear but I saw it. My gift to her. I sighed then gasped.

I knew then. I was dying in her arms, enwrapped with her love. I was not strong enough to stay. She would understand. Maybe not today. Maybe not this week. Maybe not this month. Maybe not this year. But someday she would understand.

I'm sorry Emma, I have to go. I'm so sorry. Please love me, please move on. Please forgive me. I Love you.

I'm sorry.


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