Being
normal isn't always a good thing, especially if it ends up killing
you.
Aimee,
the sixteen year old girl who can see your every memory with just one
touch, is fresh out of the torture room after risking everything to
capture a killer.
Despite
her instinct to avoid contact with others, she tries her best to find
a new normal at school - perhaps even a boyfriend. But for those who
are cursed, happiness and normality aren’t easy to obtain. A
bizarre illness is spreading like wildfire through the school causing
those around Aimee to lose their sanity before falling into a coma.
Slowly, all the people she loves succumb to this strange disease.
Alone
and terrified, she must use her curse to find a way to save her
family and friends. As she delves deeper and deeper into their
memories, she realizes a delusional person from her childhood named
David is the bigger threat that could end up destroying her. Despite
the danger that surrounds her, she struggles to solve the puzzle
before it’s too late to help those she cares for the most.
But
as David moves closer to eliminating her, one puzzle still remains.
Will she be able to save herself?
He
drew me here to this house in the middle of nowhere to die by his
hand. I’ve never liked guns, but they sure do seem to like me. In
fact, I’m staring down the barrel of one right now. The clarity of
mind you have knowing that death is coming for you any second is
astonishing. There are so many things I would have done differently;
yet so many memories I wouldn’t trade for the world. Funny hearing
myself say that. For me, memories have never been something to
cherish; they were always something to fear. I have absorbed so many
memories in the short sixteen years of my life that it is hard for me
to figure out which ones are real and which ones are borrowed.
Needless to say, few of them are good. Knowing what I know of the
people in this world, I should welcome death. But I don’t. I have a
reason to live now: Logan. He’s the reason I haven’t gone insane;
the reason that I came here tonight to willingly give up my life so
this insane asshole pointing his gun at me can feed his delusions of
grandeur.
He
tells me that this is my fate: to die by his hand. That’s the funny
thing about fate; people think it’s written in stone. They believe
the age-old adage that you must ‘accept’ your fate. But that just
isn’t true. It’s simply a way for people to accept the things
they can’t change. If something good happens then fate ‘lent you
a hand’. If something awful occurs, then fate was ‘cruel’. Yet
either way, the fates I believe in aren’t left to chance. I believe
you make your own fate; that life is fluid, ever changing and what
you make of it is completely up to you. So tonight, if I have to die
to save the ones I love then that is what I choose–no one else. But
who says I have to go down easy? If I go down, so does he. Tonight, I
will look fate straight in the eye and tell her to go to hell.
Shelley
Pickens is a Spanish teacher by day and a novelist by night. She's
been in love with everything paranormal since she can remember. After
years of teaching high school students, she decided to take her
firsthand knowledge of young adults and apply it to her passion for
creative writing and fantasy. When not teaching or writing, Shelley
likes to spend time with her husband and two beautiful children in
Atlanta, Ga. Her escape from reality is her love of complex thriller
and science fiction TV series like Supernatural and Sleepy Hollow. In
her spare time she is an avid watcher of little league baseball. THE
HAUNTING OF SECRETS is her debut novel.
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