Behind The Stage (BxB)

Chapter 1-Survived

Authors note before continuing to the first chapter d(^_^)b
My first two books, Dan and Jared's story, were realistic and I haven't thought about writing anything fantasy themed like werewolves and supernatural etc...but this book, August's story will have a hint of fantasy (I want to still keep my style) :) NOTE: reading this story, think about everything as possibility and fantasy, this will have a werecat/werewolf characters and be "unreal realistic"..I can't write fantasy like others and I don't want to have too much of supernatural (leave real life as much as possible like before) but this story will come out as I get it....so start with if something is realistic here and how it's usually, then good xD please no hate comments about "this isn't how it's supposed to be" or "that's not how it works" and so on, and I don't mean to offend or badmouth anything like modeling and model companies etc......this comes all from my mind (:

This is August's story, who appeared first in Stationary Devotion as a child in chapter 14 and then arrives in chapter 23, but you can read this book individually too *^* Different from my previous style tho, this is in POVS point of views and in present time and that's how this started and I came to prefer it lately...

A huge thank you and great appreciation to my "old" readers from Dan and Jared's stories who joined August here and also to the new readers finding this book xoxo <3 PS. the book name MAYBE will change but this is what I first got and haven't come up with better one, and I'm quite proud of how I got the book cover done *shrugs* ^^

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Chapter 1
Survived

August POV

— My Mummy is bathing me, it's evening and my bedtime. She's always singing while bathing me and I love it. I like evening baths, in my family with five kids and dad that is usually the only time her whole attention and love is for me. I'm the youngest, but they've never told me how old I am. The next youngest is my nine years old sister. They named me simply August because I was born in August month and that's also a name. I assume myself to be around five or six.

I'm splashing in the bathtub happily while Mummy is singing, when suddenly we hear at least one of my big sisters scream and dad shouting for us to come down. Mummy grabs me in her arms and wraps me in my bathrobe while rushing down the stairs of our home. I have lived here since I was born. There is noise, but I keep my scared eyes hidden in Mummy's chest. I find out there is a fire that is spreading so fast, too fast. I never get to know what caused that fire, because the next thing I realize is Dad telling Mummy to get me out the backdoor which is close to us. We couldn't get to the front door, apparently.

Mummy gets me outdoors and I stumble to stand as she already hurries back inside. My whole family is in there, parents and two brothers and one sister. I scream but stay still-shocked. I barely understand what is going on, but I see the flames and that they are in danger, Mummy went back to help. It's too late when somebody passes by and calls the 911. The house, our home, is burning down good speed and I see with my own eyes it burn down and with it, my family.

I'm deeply shocked and panicked. People are coming. I run away, not wanting them to find me. I know I'm not supposed to be alone. Why did Mummy get me out of the house, why did I survive only to witness that horrible sight and knowing that killed them, everything is ruined.

It's evening and starting to get cold, I'm only in my fluffy bathrobe after a bath and it's not quite summer yet. I'm alone. I cry, so much my vision is blurry and my eyes sting as I just run with my little feet. When I notice a river, I feel nauseous and collapse almost reaching the water. I've loved water, to take baths and stuff. Now, seeing the river makes me feel such excruciating pain both physically and in my heart that my small, tiny really, body can't handle and I pass out. —