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Have you ever had a dream that came to life? How about losing the one you love and not being able to save them? What about a gift that you were cursed with? Well image having all three like Sicily “Sissy” Monroe.

“Some might say what I have is a gift. I say, I want to return it.” Sissy declares.

Sicily “Sissy” Monroe has all the qualities of a perfect young lady. She is almost where she wants to be in life. But lying deep in the pupil of her eyes hold something that she cannot get rid of which interferes with her plans. She fights everyday with no one but herself. After having her first vision at age six of her sister’s (Misty) disappearance and the dreams of failing to save her, Sissy wants no part in another person’s fate. For years Sissy tried hard to avoid contact with people because she feared foreseeing their death. In keeping with this, she tries to stay away from her family. Little did Sissy know she could not run from her past, or her gift. She hopes someone will put her out of her misery, but she will soon discover that her visions and dreams were just a mere image of herself.

 

The Unsacred Gift

Excerpt #2 From Chapter 12

 

Our eyes were locked. I felt like I was floating on air, like there was no gravity. I blinked to break the intense concentration, and tried to maneuver around him to get to the table where the cake was. He stepped to the side.

I walked over to the table, feeling dazed. It was like I was standing on a cloud that was so light under my feet.

I grabbed a paper plate, took the knife that was still in the cake box, and began to cut a big piece. I placed the cake on the plate and, as I was cleaning up the crumbs, I felt hands around my waist. I turned around quickly, and before I could say anything, his lips were on mine and time had frozen.

Electric currents raced through my body like aggressive waves on the verge of becoming a tsunami. I felt the room spin. I placed my hand on the back of his neck, pulling his head forward so that I could have the fullness of his lips on mine. His kiss was sweet like honey, and my body was responding to the sugar, causing my blood levels to rise. I was definitely on a sugar high.

We stood there unable to pull away from each other’s embrace, so caught up with each other that we didn’t hear anyone come in the kitchen.

“Uh-huh!”We stopped and pulled away from each other when we heard the voice.

It was Mr. Mark, standing in the doorway, looking embarrassed. “Umm…sorry I walked in on you guys, I just needed some water.” He walked over to the refrigerator to get a cold bottle of water.

Chris and I stared at each other, smiling. We felt like little kids that were doing something bad, and got caught in the act.

“Oh, don’t let me interrupt,” Mr. Mark said, grinning like a Cheshire cat, sipping on his water as he walked out of the kitchen.

Chris and I looked at each other and started laughing. For the first time ever, I felt free. Chris wrapped his arms around my waist again.

“Where have you been all of my life?” I said, as I laid my head on his shoulder. Maybe I was giving in too quickly, but the connection between us at that moment was something I had never felt. It was like our hearts were magnets trying to come together, closing the space in between us. But I couldn’t help thinking, There will always be a space between us—that gap that he knows nothing about, and that is my dreaded gift.

He lifted his head up, so that our eyes could meet. Then he grabbed my chin and said, “I’ve been here. I have always been here. You just weren’t looking hard enough for me.” He kissed my neck softly and rested his head on my shoulder.

I closed my eyes as I tucked my head under his chin, brushing my lips against his neck. We were enjoying the moment, inhaling each other’s scent. It was so hypnotic, I almost fell to my feet.

It all felt so right, but deep down inside, I was afraid of how this would end. I didn’t want it to end at all, but a part of me wanted to tell him. To warn him of the things that I saw but could not control.

If I was to have a vision of Chris’s death, it would kill me.

But I wanted to be happy. I wanted to experience love…first love, for that matter. I’d talked to guys before, but it was always on a friendship level, because I knew I could not get that close. Being close to someone emotionally was out of the question. But now I wanted to be selfish. Why not?

Chris and I stood there for the longest time without saying anything. I wondered what he was thinking. I inhaled deeply as I looked in his hazel-colored eyes. “What are you thinking?” I asked.

“I’m thinking about how I never want to let you go. Sissy, I want us to build something together. I think about you so much, and now that you are here in my arms I don’t want to let go.”

I looked down, my arms still around him tight. “Then don’t let me go.”

 

Author Bio:

 

C. S. Dorsey currently lives in Northern California. She graduated from the University of Phoenix with an Associate’s Degree in Financial Services, and is currently working for a financial institution. She never thought about writing until one day this girl started talking to her in her head and never stop. She has written other young adult books including best selling Lukos Trilogy.

 

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