Sun's Diamond by L.M. Orsler (best ereader for pc TXT) 📕

anything... He wouldn’t... would he? Stop thinking like that Eva, he loves you. He wouldn’t harm you... Not after last time... Last time when... No. I refuse to think about that.

The door opens again. “Hello? Who’s there?” I call out. The door closes. The person doesn’t answer. “Who is it?” I ask again, my finger hovers over the ‘Help’ button... Just in case. The person takes three steps... “Hmm sorry, what was that? I had headphones on,” I sigh, on the inside, though. “I would just like to know who you are and why you’re here,” I say, why would they have headphones on? “Oh. I’m Kieran. I’m the cleaner. You wouldn’t mind if I talk to you while I’m here. You’re usually asleep when I come in,” Kieran replies. So that’s why he had headphones. “Of course, I could do with the company anyways,” I answer, smiling... I think I was smiling, the numbness is still there. “Cool... its Eva, right?” He asks, I nod, “Cool. Did you know that people are calling you the ‘Blinded Survivor’? You’re famous, along with ‘Paralysed Survivor’ and the ‘Silenced Survivor’. It’s quite cool if you ask me,” Kieran says. I freeze. Famous. Me. No. But why would he lie? I’m going to believe him. Only him. And the two others he mentioned. “Who are the other two, may I ask?” I question, the feeling has returned to my face now.

“Erm... the ‘Paralysed Survivor’ is a five-year-old orphaned girl called Makara and the ‘Silenced Survivor’ thirteen-year-old orphaned boy called Callum. The Owen guy that’s been on the news for the past five weeks has gone missing too,” Kieran answers. I freeze at that. He lied to me... it WAS him... “Missing... Like ran from the police, gone into hiding?” I ask my heart beating like a sledgehammer in my chest. “Think so. “Why do you want to know?” Kieran replied. I cover my face and take a deep breath, “He was my husband and the explosion that he is being held responsible for is why I’m here, blinded.” I take another breath, waiting for the “Well he wasn’t a very good lover, then”. It never came. “Well do you think that it was him? And I’m sorry that you have to go through this. I need to go now, see you soon,” he says. I smile waving. I don’t hear the door shut so I do it myself... Idiot! I’m not supposed to do that... My head is spinning with not only my thoughts but two others... No three... A girl... It’s Makara... A boy... It’s Callum... And a man... who, I don’t know. Yet. I’m going to meet them soon... I’ll find a way... I have to...

The thoughts get clearer: Something is going to happen. Something that could change the world. Something to do with us. I can feel you, I want to meet you.

I smile.

Monday 10th October 2005, 12:20

[Owen]

She is going to hate me. God, I hate me. I promised that nothing would happen. Not after last time. No. I will not think of that. God I love her. I can’t think like this. She hates me. What have I done? I’ve killed my friends, my family, blinded my wife and I have run from the law. They can’t know who I am. What I am. What I can do. I’m dangerous. What happened five weeks ago proved that. I blew up my lab and killed around twenty people. I am a monster. Don’t say I’m not, because I am. I have a… gift. No. I have a curse. Eva, she has a gift. But I can never see her again. I have to keep running. From the law. From Them. I have to keep running. They won’t go after Eva, she hates me, and she doesn’t know where I am. She will be useless to Them.

 

 

 

 

 

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Text: Me. Please don't copy this and say it's yours. It has taken me a few years to think up the ideas and build up the courage to write this story down. Tears were shead, friends lost, hope lost then found, trust built and determination discovered
Images: Google images. Because... Yeah.. Google is great.
Publication Date: 03-14-2016

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Dedication:
This is for my cousin, Evie, my BookBuddy, Jasmin, and my Sister-Of-Heart-Not-Blood, Emily, they are always there for me - even in the darkest of times. And Thomas, whose witty ways have cheered me up and helped me to keep writing even though he wasn't trying to. They have all been an inspiration for my characters. The witty, carefree and clumsy side to the characters come from them and so do the more serious side to the characters, they have got a silly and serious side that sticks out more than everyone else's. Also, for Jess. Who read my book and couldn't put it down even though she doesn't read. I love you all!