Darkness greets me.
I'm completely alone in a world consisting of endless blackness before I see her.
Cara.
I weep uncontrollably. She reaches me and dries my tears, hushing me like she did when I was a child. "It's okay," she whispers. "You're alive, Aud."
It takes a long time before my full blown crying is reduced to sniffles. "You know I hate being called that." I crinkle my nose. "Being called odd."
"Aud. A-U-D," Cara says, rolling her eyes. "Not O-D-D."
We've had this conversation before. A million years ago. I remember it. Other conversations come to mind, filling me with nostalgia.
"I miss you," I whisper, my words dripping with need. "All the time. I miss you constantly. Everyday."
Cara gives me a sad smile. "I miss you, too, Aud."
I'm back to crying again. "Then why'd you do it?" I whisper.
Cara doesn't answer. I repeat the question.
"Why'd you do it?"
Again.
"Why did you do it?"
And again. I start screaming it, over and over, until my throat is raw and aching.
And then the world comes back.
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Still Here
Teen FictionAudrey Summers is going to kill herself today. She's already thought everything through-even taken the precaution of flipping family photos around so absolutely nothing can discourage her. But before she gets the chance to follow through with her s...
