Graham - The Sparrow and The Raven

To my parents~ Always number one. Never failing me and being the best friends and supporters of this crazy chick. I love you both, always and forever.

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The struggle between good and evil.

Isabella

Life's constantly throwing me curveballs. It's what I do with them that determines my destiny. Everyone has dreams of the perfect life. Depending on what your vision of happiness is, you try your hardest to achieve it.

I thought I had found that special someone, until the bottom fell out and I woke from my dream; realizing I'd actually been living a nightmare all along. Nothing seems real anymore as I walk through the haze of what has become my life.

When I sank to the bottom where the darkness eclipsed the light, I began to struggle against the quicksand of sorrow, hoping I could make it back to the top.

Dominic

In the blink of an eye, my life turned out for the worse. I was drowning in the chaos of what had become my life. What do you do when you've lost everything you once held close to your heart?

After turning to alcohol, sex, and cheap women to soothe the ache, I decided I needed to find the man I once was before there was no coming back. My soul bled for the other half of my heart.

She entered my life like a tiny hurricane in need of direction. Could this be what I've been searching for? Could she be my salvation?

This book contains adult situations (including sexual situations, physical and mental abuse and drug addiction) that may not be suitable for all audiences. You've been kindly warned. If youre still hanging with me, I hope you enjoy Isabella and Dominics story. Carry on!

S itting in the waiting room of Pacific University Hospital, surrounded by the smell of rubbing alcohol and medicated hand soap, instantly makes me nauseous. My parents are dead, and theres no coming back from death. Its permanent heartbreak for those left behind, and it will never be the same. I just saw them this morning, so how can they be dead? I didnt get to say goodbye.

I shouldnt have had to say goodbye. The best part of me was ripped away in the blink of an eye.

I stare blankly at the wall, wishing this was all a horrific nightmare. I slap myself repeatedly, but its not a dream, its my hellish reality. My violent action causes one of the patient advocates to come to my aid, he helps me off the ground and into a nearby chair. I look at him like hes crazy, but Im sure hes thinking the same thing about me, the girl that was just slapping herself in the corner of a hospital waiting room.

I dont even remember leaving the morgue, or arriving at the room Im now in. Having to identify your parents bodies is something no child should ever have to do. Grief and shock have a funny way of creeping their way into your veins, and suffocating you from the inside out, until you're left with nothing but a void.

We were supposed to be meeting for dinner, but instead I'm here, and they're gone. What the fuck is happening?

Ms. Kramer, my name is Jackson Masters. Is there anything I can get you? Something to drink maybe? Can I call someone for you? He looks at me with care and compassion in his eyes, not a single sign of pity or sorrow, which comforts me, in a strange way.

I dont have anyone else, its just me now. Can you take me home? I have to get the hell out of here. Please? He agrees to take me home, seeing as how his shift was ending and he could see my need to escape in every twitch of my body.

I have nothing left. My parents bodies may be in the morgue downstairs, but their souls have already gone to a better place, hopefully. May they rest in eternal peace. I love you, Mom and Dad.

Isabella, where the hell is it? I know you have it! Where the fuck did you put it? Tell me now, you stupid fucking bitch! He can yell and hit me all he wants, but I flushed that bag of poison down the toilet, smiling and laughing like a lunatic while I did it. It may be a temporary victory, and hell probably have more by this evening, but right now he doesn't and Ill take what I can get.

Jackson, you need help! This isnt you! What happened to the caring, loving man that helped cure me of a broken heart? We had so many plans for our future. I'm completely gutted.