Unlucky Yet Deadly, Elaine S [reading list .txt] 📗

in this family can’t ingest strawberries without having an allergic reaction so to speak. After we all ate some of either kept eating or went back to bed. Or just did whatever they down right wanted to do. I was one of the few who went back to bed, yet later I woke up covered in sweat. Then went to the facilities gym. Which by the looks of it the Guardians were prepared. I knew that I wasn’t the only person who could see the future, yes I was/am the only one to have that gift in this family. But, no it is not a rare ability. “You’re going to need to take it easy. You’re needing to remember that your wounds aren’t healing like they should be.” Guardian Teter J told me.

I was only half way through my normal exercise routine, when I felt and small twitch of pain. Then, I got further into my routine when the Guardians literally got close enough to touch me if need be. For a while, they backed off and I blinked and was back in my nightmare. But, now I was on my feet fighting and going harder and harder with my exercise routine. When I collapsed on the floor screaming in serious pain. The Guardians took me to the medical wing where the doctor had discovered my wounds had healed with his ordered subie. Yet, the exercise that I was doing reopened every internal wound which hurt more and more with each time moved.

“We’re going to have to put her in a motionless spell.” The doctor screamed.  “What the hell?” Zane asked. I don’t think anyone will ever know what happened really. But, at that moment all my pain stopped dead in its tracks. I was wishing that I knew what to do. What to say or how to help.

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Publication Date: 10-22-2015

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Dedication:
This book was written from inspiration of My Grandmother Margret Anne Henry (AKA Mammaw) and my therapists Billie Glover and Tabitha Bradford for all the help and support that you have given me. For Laurie White for being the person that stood by when I needed it most. For being the person that helped me when I had no one else to do so, thank you. Thank you. Thank you Nicole Goodlet for being someone to encourage me to keep up with my writing and making me laugh when I needed it most. LoL. Thank you everyone that said that I was never going amount to a hill of beans. Thank you to my sister Carey for making me so mad, all those years. You gave me the energy that I needed to have in order to write these books. This book is also dedicated to those that I was in school with that noticed that I was there and to those that belittled, bullied, and treated me like complete dirt, thank you most of all. And most importantly thank you to my family, my mom and my dad(s).