Author: Melissa J. Cunningham
Published: September 20th, 2013
Publisher: Clean Teen Publishing
Word Count: approx. 82,000
Genre: YA Mature Paranormal Romance
Content Warning: Topics such as suicide and sexual abuse implied but not described
Recommended Age: 14+
Sixteen year old Lisa Callahan believes suicide is her only option. But not even death will save her from a tortured past.
After numerous tragedies Lisa yearns to be free of her heartache, so she takes her own life, but to her surprise and dismay, instead of resting on pink fluffy clouds for eternity, she is required to pay the debt of taking her life by becoming a guardian.
Guarding Brecken Shaefer—a dark, dangerous, good-looking rebel—is harder than it looks. Not only does he have special gifts that make her life miserable, but he possesses a dangerous secret as well. When feelings develop between them, everything spins out of control. Not only must Lisa face her own demons, but to protect Brecken, she must face an evil so heinous that it threatens to destroy their souls completely.
I honestly didn't think anyone cared that much.
The medication I'd been taking hadn't helped matters either. My doctor prescribed it after the death of my beloved grandmother who'd lived with us since I was a baby. Three months later, my best friend Natasha, died from a brain tumor. Nothing could have shattered me more. Not just because Natty and I were closer than Siamese twins, but because we shared a dark, horrifying secret.
Something I'd never told anyone. Not even my parents. Once she was gone I didn't know how to shoulder that weight on my own. I was drowning in sorrow. I'd fallen into a dark pit and had every right to take that antidepressant. My parents thought it would help too.
I should have been more open about my feelings. I should have confided in my mom and dad. Explained that the medication wasn't working. That in reality I felt worse. But I didn't. I didn't realize the drug was affecting me adversely . . . until it was too late.
The only thing I wanted that night was to not feel anymore, to not have my heart ripping in two, and to not cry so hard that my whole body ached.
Would it be painful if I rammed my car into the tall pine at the curve of the road? Would it do the trick or just turn me into a vegetable for the rest of my life?
I gambled. I took a chance and got what I wanted. Death.