• Chapter 8
    I was so happy to here that he wanted to be with me and that he was giving me a choice as to what we were going to do with our lives together. He was being a total gentleman now a days. I was bursting with joy. He cared about me and my sister, had stood up to our “parents”, and was much more mature than I had ever seen him act.
    I wanted to jump up and kiss him. I was so happy that I got to see the look of my “parents” faces when I stood up for me and my sister. I was starved, so I couldn’t concentrate on any thing that was going on. I knew that I hadn’t eaten for days and I was starting to feel very, very faint. I lay back down on the pillow to rest. My sister knew what I needed so she went to go get me something to eat.
    I was talking with Damien when all of a sudden I heard the tell tale sound of glass breaking. The room was very quickly filling up with some kind of smoke. Both Damien and I were choking on it. The last thing I saw was Damien’s panic stricken face. I was very aware that my eyelids were getting heavier and heavier by the second. The last thing I remember was Damien’s drooping head. Then everything went black.
    I didn’t see Damien or my sister again for at least a year.