05 March, 2020

#Spotlight :: My Life as I Knew It by @perijunewrites



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Even the people closest to you can be monsters.

Maggie Martin is plagued by nightmares.
This hasn't always been the case. She used to be your typical 17-year-old, worrying about boyfriends and college applications.
Until, one night, when she wakes up to the sound of screaming and witnesses the unthinkable. Now she's scrambling to put the pieces of her life back together, which is not as easy as everyone would like her to believe.
Especially when she's struggling just to BREATHE.

Sam is intrigued by the quiet, new girl from the moment he lays eyes on her. Out of sheer boredom, he decides to include her in his circle of friends, then he's surprised by how much he starts to care about her.
Sam doesn't understand why Maggie won't let him get close to her...until he stumbles across her secret.

The question remains, who can she trust in a sea of strangers?

Read an Excerpt from My Life as I Knew It


One of my most recurring nightmares as a child was me standing on a long, winding road in the middle of a dark forest somewhere. I had that nightmare so frequently that I had to sleep with the lights on for months at a time. One day it simply stopped coming.
 That night, when I drifted off to sleep, I never expected to be revisited by that old nightmare. But, all at once, I stood rooted to the same spot in that familiar, dark forest. Before my inner six-year-old started panicking, I heard two very familiar voices talking nearby. I turned in a circle, trying to pinpoint their exact location. The voices grew steadily louder until they became outright yelling.
With my heart in my throat, I started running in their general direction before coming to an abrupt halt. The yelling had turned into bloodcurdling screams.
I jolted awake and realized that the screaming was coming from downstairs. My heart started pounding and I thought, not again. I threw off the bedcovers and tiptoed to the stairs, wary of the sudden silence.
I made it to the middle of the staircase before I noticed him.
He was so still, he could’ve been a piece of furniture. He was standing over a body soaked in red. Blood, I realized with horror, which explained the dripping knife in his hand.
I tried to scream, but it was like my vocal cords had dried up. My breath was coming in short gasps, my vision started to swim, and he just stood there staring at me, not making a sound.
I could feel myself slipping into oblivion when he took a step toward me.
Then everything went mercifully black.


About the Author:
I'm a twenty-something girl living somewhere on planet Earth. I'm a long-time reader, but a fairly new writer.
My vices include eating mountains of chocolate and binge watching TV shows.
I'm a nocturnal creature of the worst kind--reading (and writing) is just so much better at night.

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