Rise of the Dead (ON HOLD)
(This book is under very slow editing) It's ironic how much death can effect your whole life. How it can make people turn against you one by one, ripping your family apart and keeping it that way. I couldn't handle the stress anymore; it was all too much. After my mom's death, I didn't know what to do with my life, and that's how it stayed for about 10 years. So I decided to run away from my problems, when I should have faced them, it's all my fault that it has come down to this. But my problems weren't only the pressure of teachers, family, death, exams and school. There was something else. Something abnormal that I chose to explain my mother's death. It was the light. The one thing that I was destined to beat, but how can I do that knowing that the leader of it could mean so much to me?
I have put on a brave face all these years, but who knew that one person could change all that?