Hello everyone!
Today, September 2nd, actually marks the one year anniversary of the day I published the first chapter of Up in the Stars on Wattpad.
In celebration, I thought I'd give an early update.
I hope you enjoy!
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Lethe is soaked when she wakes.
Salty water dripping down her cheeks, legs twisted and sticky with sweat.
It takes her a moment to register that it is not river water soaking her sheets.
Soft, familiar sobs slip from her lips as she clutches at her pillow.
This is her morning routine.
After the last tendrils of the nightmare drift away, she takes a shower.
Washes the fear and sorrow from her limbs with lavender soap.
In the mirror, she studies the shadows painted beneath her eyelids.
Her dark eyes are bloodshot, red veins mapped across the white.
A swipe of concealer, a brush of blush.
She paints herself alive again.
Her room is as small as some people's closets, her own closet barely a crevice.
Luckily, she does not have many clothes to fill it with.
Very little about the room is warm and welcoming.
The only touches of her can be found in the pile of books on her bedside table, the paper cranes hanging from her blinds.
She grabs her camera and bag from her desk, pauses in the doorway to gather herself.
A few measured, rattling breaths.
She slips quietly down the small hallway, careful to avoid the areas on the floor that squeak.
Her father is absent from the living room and her shoulders drop in relief.
There are a few empty beer bottles scattered around the small area, kitchen cabinets left slightly open in a hasty search.
He must have gone out to get more.
She eats cereal out of a mug, quick to wash it and put it back away.
Doing her best to make her existence as unnoticeable as possible.
Tugging on her sneakers, she locks the rickety door of the trailer behind her.
Their trailer is parked at the far end of Hell's Trailer Park.
A dozen or so other trailers stretch out to the left of it.
They form two rows, shoved together like children at a lunch table.
Directly across the path is the Deverell's trailer.
It is one of the oldest mobile homes, dirty and drooping in a state of disrepair.
The couple who live there rarely leave, but Lethe sometimes catches glances of them through the window.
Huddled on a couch or screaming in the kitchen.
Her father warned her to stay away from them.
Psychos he had sneered.
Along the right side, a line of trees stand like guards.
She glances at them quickly before looking away.
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Beneath the Surface
Romance"There is no version of life for me without you. None worth living. I would claw my way through the universe if that was what it took to have you by my side." Lethe Emerson dreams of drowning. She has half a life of memories and a million questi...
