I woke up in a puddle of my own sweat. I assumed I had been screaming all night because my throat burned like someone lit a match inside of me. I twisted my neck to see what time it was, the clock blinked 2:13 am. I moaned and rolled over covering my head with the blankets. 2 months ago... there was a plane crash, a crash that killed my parents, and a crash that I relive every time I try to sleep. I practically fell out of bed and walked over to the bedside mirror. The mirror showed me a girl, a tired looking girl, with bags under her gray, dull eyes, and auburn hair knotted as though it had never been brushed. It hurt to know, that girl was me. Naya Reynolds.
I stumbled into the kitchen like a drunken. And let myself stroll out the door and into the hall of the apartment. I casually walked down the stairs, trying not to trip in the slippers. I pushed open the doors that lead outside and took a step forward. A cold breeze washed over me. It was relaxing. I... felt calm. You could even say, I felt normal. Not that I would ever truly be normal again.
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Crash and Burn
Teen FictionA young girl named Naya has to put the pieces back together from the plane crash that killed her mother and father.
