Where did your heart go? (The Heart Trilogy Book 1) by Audrina Lane Page A
Authors: Audrina Lane
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Charlotte woke up early and was soon dressed and ready for school again. Part of her was tempted to take the diary in with her but she decided against it just in case it got lost or even worse found and read by someone else. Running her hand over the top of the cover she knew that as soon as she possibly could she would rejoin the world of 1988 through her Mum’s words.
“Bye Mum” Charlie yelled as she raced out the door
“Bye Charlie. Have you got dance practise tonight?” I asked
“Yes so I will be a touch later than usual” she replied, as the front door swung shut.
I tidied up in the kitchen and then pulled my laptop out of its case so I could start to prepare for my lunchtime show. As the screen came up I found myself looking into the green eyes of my husband, whose picture I had as a screen saver. I closed my eyes tight for a moment as the world swirled around me and I remembered the evening of the knock that had crushed my world. I had just settled Charlotte down to sleep, luckily she was a fairly content baby and once she had eaten she was out like a light for a couple of hours. I had poured myself a glass of wine and glanced at the clock to check the time. Mark was on the late shift but I had promised to try and stay awake for his arrival home.
As the hours ticked by the wine and the warmth of the house had lulled me into a light sleep so when the knock on the door came I was startled. Thinking that Mark had just forgotten his key I jumped up and opened the door to find a policeman and woman standing before me. They had told me that Mark had been found barely alive an hour ago in the Hospital car park, with stab wounds. Grabbing Charlie from her cot I bundled her up in blankets and located my bag as they escorted me to the police car. As the scenery passed by at speed I could only hope that this was all a big mistake. Looking down at my child I again saw my scars and remembered a time when I had been rushed to hospital. Blackness started to creep over me, filling me with dread.
It was like I had never been away as the artificially bright light hurt my eyes and the disinfectant smell hit my nostrils. The Nurse took Charlotte from me as they ushered me through to the window that looked over the operating table. There under the lights I watched the team try and fail to revive him. His life seeped away and all I did was stare; my hand placed on the glass. It was another night that I would forever remember.
Shaking my head to try and clear the thoughts away I flicked open a word document and started to type. All the while my memories crowded me, hemming me in with their tight claws. In the end I closed it down and headed upstairs to get ready for work. I avoided looking at the photographs that lined the wall. Why had life been so cruel to me? Who had I upset? What had I done wrong? These questions frequently accosted me and I had no answers. Well except that perhaps I was to blame for Mark, I had not loved him as much as I could of back then. My heart had already died years before that event.
Walking past Charlie’s room I noticed the diary lying face up on the bed, as if abandoned in an instant and I crossed the room to close it. I glanced at the entry and noticed the date as the happy memories of my youth fought against the darkness and won. I sat down and picked the book up again. Feeling the worn cover under my fingertips I started to read.
Friday 29 th January, 1988.
School is dragging by so slowly but when I got home and I was able to start preparing for tomorrow. Sarah was staying over so we blitzed my wardrobe until a suitable outfit was found. It was to be my black velvet trousers, black ankle boots and a lovely fluffy purple jumper. I decided that as I always wore my hair up for swimming that I would keep it loose instead, although I would have to make sure that I didn’t twirl the ends round my finger which I usually did when I was nervous.
As I gave
Charlotte woke up early and was soon dressed and ready for school again. Part of her was tempted to take the diary in with her but she decided against it just in case it got lost or even worse found and read by someone else. Running her hand over the top of the cover she knew that as soon as she possibly could she would rejoin the world of 1988 through her Mum’s words.
“Bye Mum” Charlie yelled as she raced out the door
“Bye Charlie. Have you got dance practise tonight?” I asked
“Yes so I will be a touch later than usual” she replied, as the front door swung shut.
I tidied up in the kitchen and then pulled my laptop out of its case so I could start to prepare for my lunchtime show. As the screen came up I found myself looking into the green eyes of my husband, whose picture I had as a screen saver. I closed my eyes tight for a moment as the world swirled around me and I remembered the evening of the knock that had crushed my world. I had just settled Charlotte down to sleep, luckily she was a fairly content baby and once she had eaten she was out like a light for a couple of hours. I had poured myself a glass of wine and glanced at the clock to check the time. Mark was on the late shift but I had promised to try and stay awake for his arrival home.
As the hours ticked by the wine and the warmth of the house had lulled me into a light sleep so when the knock on the door came I was startled. Thinking that Mark had just forgotten his key I jumped up and opened the door to find a policeman and woman standing before me. They had told me that Mark had been found barely alive an hour ago in the Hospital car park, with stab wounds. Grabbing Charlie from her cot I bundled her up in blankets and located my bag as they escorted me to the police car. As the scenery passed by at speed I could only hope that this was all a big mistake. Looking down at my child I again saw my scars and remembered a time when I had been rushed to hospital. Blackness started to creep over me, filling me with dread.
It was like I had never been away as the artificially bright light hurt my eyes and the disinfectant smell hit my nostrils. The Nurse took Charlotte from me as they ushered me through to the window that looked over the operating table. There under the lights I watched the team try and fail to revive him. His life seeped away and all I did was stare; my hand placed on the glass. It was another night that I would forever remember.
Shaking my head to try and clear the thoughts away I flicked open a word document and started to type. All the while my memories crowded me, hemming me in with their tight claws. In the end I closed it down and headed upstairs to get ready for work. I avoided looking at the photographs that lined the wall. Why had life been so cruel to me? Who had I upset? What had I done wrong? These questions frequently accosted me and I had no answers. Well except that perhaps I was to blame for Mark, I had not loved him as much as I could of back then. My heart had already died years before that event.
Walking past Charlie’s room I noticed the diary lying face up on the bed, as if abandoned in an instant and I crossed the room to close it. I glanced at the entry and noticed the date as the happy memories of my youth fought against the darkness and won. I sat down and picked the book up again. Feeling the worn cover under my fingertips I started to read.
Friday 29 th January, 1988.
School is dragging by so slowly but when I got home and I was able to start preparing for tomorrow. Sarah was staying over so we blitzed my wardrobe until a suitable outfit was found. It was to be my black velvet trousers, black ankle boots and a lovely fluffy purple jumper. I decided that as I always wore my hair up for swimming that I would keep it loose instead, although I would have to make sure that I didn’t twirl the ends round my finger which I usually did when I was nervous.
As I gave
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