BREAKING DAWN is a part of the Cutting Edge Series by Ransom Publishing. The first five books of the series will be release in November 2007 - including mine BREAKING DAWN. The Cutting Edge Series is young adult/teen fiction dealing with hard topics that youths face. BREAKING DAWN is about dealing with the suicide of a friend.
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Excerpt from BREAKING DAWN by Donna Shelton
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I’ve read it. I’m sitting here. I stop breathing - I don’t know for how long. My eyes start to dry before I realize I’m not even blinking. It’s like my whole body has just ceased to function. Breathe – in… out… blink... in… out… blink…
Why didn’t I see this coming? All the signs were there. Why couldn’t I have done something?
Perry was just so angry with me. I did try to talk with him, didn’t I? Think, Dawn, think! Maybe if I’d tried harder, put more effort into finding him, pounded on his door harder, called his house more, busted out his bedroom window to crawl inside and force him to talk with me… There were so many things I could’ve done. Should have done. Why didn’t I do them? Why didn’t I tell Perry that I loved him back?
Maybe if I’d never got involved with Brian or never brought home Perry’s personal life story and laid it on my desk out in the open for Brian to see… Brian. What a dirty word that’s become to me now. I can’t say it anymore without it leaving a foul taste in my mouth. Everything is because of Brian. If only it had stayed just the two of us, Perry and me, none of this would have happened. We were happy. We could have stayed happy. Damn you Brian!
I grab the notebook and fling it across the room. It flaps through the air and slides across my desk and onto the floor along with some other papers that were on my desk. That isn’t enough though.
In a rage I grab handfuls of my comforter and pull it off the bed. Then my pillows, throwing them across the room. My bed sheets, the clock radio, the lamp and everything else I can get my hands on - thrown across the room. I tear the posters down from my walls and shred them, crushing them in my fists and throwing them to the floor. I pull out dresser drawers and fling them - with all my strength - against the wall, cracking the wood and the plaster.
Still, it isn’t enough.
I grab all my perfume bottles, ceramic and glass knickknacks and shatter them against the wall. Almost. Then as I grab the chair from under my desk and lift it as high as I can to take out my frustrations on the dresser mirror, the door swings open and my mom and dad stand in the doorway with their faces frozen in fear and shock. I stop. Suddenly I feel weak, and I drop the chair.
My memory of Elias is intimate but brief; I asked him, "what happened, where are you taking me, who are you? Tell me!"
In a calm voice; "Sara hush, you died.
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