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The Unsacred Gift

Author: C.S. Dorsey

Published By: Createspace 

Genre:  YA

ISBN:   9781460939703 

When Sissy was six, she had her first vision of her sister’s (Misty) disappearance. Her mother (Tina) said she had a bad dream, but not long after that Misty vanished before Sissy’s eyes. No one believed her, so Sissy pretend to act like everyone else, like Misty never disappeared and never existed. For the past fifteen years Misty’s disappearance has haunted Sissy’s dreams. She could hear the ear piercing screams at night of her sister begging for help. Sissy tries to help her, but never succeeds.

Sicily “Sissy” Monroe attends the University of Washington and is in her senior year majoring in Psychology. She has all the makings of a perfect young lady, ageless skin, flawless long black hair, full kissable lips and eyes that are shaped like almonds. She is almost where she wants to be in life. But laying deep in the pupil of her eye’s hold something that she cannot get rid of, which interferes with her plans.

In addition to the nightmares, Sissy has found that as she gets older her visions became stronger and more vivid than before. Because of the first vision of Misty, and the second of a teacher in high school, Sissy wants no part in another person’s death. For years, Sissy tried to avoid having friends and relationships because she feared their fate. Most importantly she tries to avoid her family. She has no plans of ever going back home to California. When her mother calls her to tell her about her granny’s birthday party, she is reluctant to go. Going back home was not on her list of priorities, but she is going for her mother. Little did Sissy know she cannot run from her past.

During her weekend at home, new developments surface. Her mother has been dating (Mark) for the past two years; her grandmother has the same gift she does; an old high school fling (Chris) comes clean about his love for Sissy; and an unknown girl from the grave begins stalking her dreams. Sissy begs for someone to admit her to the hospital, but she can’t get the words out. Her grandmother is the only one who can help her, but even then it’s too late. Two days after her birthday party, Sissy’s grandmother dies. However, it’s no shock to Sissy, because she knew death was coming for her grandmother—leaving Sissy alone once again. But she will soon discover that her sister Misty, the visions, and the dreams of the unknown girl were just a mere image of herself.

 Excerpt from The Unsacred Gift

From Chapter 13

He hugged me and said, “I will keep in touch.” I just nodded and let go.

I stood there and watched him get into his car and drive off, then watched his taillights fade into the darkness down the street. I felt something wet against my skin when the cool air breezed past my face, and realized I was crying. Wiping my eyes didn’t help much, as the tears were flowing like a waterfall.

I was one big mess.

I began to shake, like the temperature had dropped fifteen degrees. Pull yourself together. You knew something like this would happen! Why are you crying now? I thought about it. I was not crying because of Chris—I was crying because I knew I could never let love find me. But I didn’t want to hide from it. I wanted to reveal myself to it, but my visions held me back. So I let love pass me by like I wasn’t there.

I heard the door open. My family was laughing and talking as they walked out of the house, then hugged one another goodbye on the porch. I quickly wiped my eyes and turned around to find that my Granny was standing next to me. She looked up at me, and her eye narrowed as she frowned. I smiled, trying to play off the pain that I was feeling in my heart. It felt like a knife had sliced through it, and never been pulled out.

She grabbed my arm and said, “Love will only find you if you let it. You’re not letting love do its job. You’re trying to do its job for it. You need to be free in your mind and heart. Don’t let the gift that has been bestowed upon you ruin your life—just let it be a part of it.” She shook her head. “Life is only what you make of it. It is your perception of it that makes life the way it is. You have to come to terms with how you want to live it.” She hugged me and kissed me on the forehead.

I knew this was the last time I would see her beautiful face and her salty-colored hair, but I prepared myself for the outcome. It would break me and my family, especially my mom.

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