Publisher's Synopsis
SNEAK PEAK -MINE(i)I lay, once again, in the cramped confines of my small claustrophobic prison, hoping that he wouldn't leave me alone too long, this time. This time he would have mercy, compassion, just a little humanity within his darkness.I felt the trunk move and be lifted and braced myself for the inevitable end to this miserable life, my life, no not my life, the life that he has created for me. Small insignificant and to him utterly worthless and only good for one thing.The car began to move and I lay in a fetal position, begging God, or whoever was looking out for me, that he would kill me quickly but doubted the words as they escaped between my trembling lips. The trip to wherever seemed endless, as endless as my first trip on a train to my Aunt's beach home. It seemingly took forever. This trip could hopefully take forever; I'm too young to be a victim of this heartless, cruel bastard's idea of fun and enjoyment. The car pulled over, stopped and the driver's door opened and slammed shut. The tin can was picked up and placed, where? Just placed and left. The lid was not raised. Am I going to be violently killed? My life still soared through me as my heart pumped away in a frantic effort to keep up with my fear.The van's door slammed and then I heard it drive away, just drive away, leaving the tin can and me. My fear rose to unbearable levels and I thought my heart would implode."What do I do now?" I asked my self in a hoarse and croaky voice. I remained still, waiting out of habit to see what cruel game he was playing this time. It felt like timeless hours had gone by and yet I knew it could only be merely seconds. "Enough, Sarah, enough", said my mother's voice. "Get up, get out and run, run as hard and fast as you can". And that's what I did. I kicked the lid as hard as I could and it flipped open easily, too easily. I eased my self up and looked carefully around. I couldn't believe where I was and just sat back and cried, sobbed more like it. Sobbed my heart out and asked myself, "Is this real?" (1)Sarah was a typical twenty year old. She had her boyfriend, a nice group of girlfriends and she'd just begun studying psychology after receiving successful results from her finals and enjoyed it immensely. Life for Sarah couldn't have been better. It had taken her awhile to come to terms with the break-up of her parents, but reading self help books encouraged her to calm her anxieties about the drastic changes that came with endings. Her parents managed to divorce with little fuss and were still on speaking terms. They were both single and didn't seemed to be in any hurry to start anything up with another person. Sarah didn't really know how she'd feel when they eventually began the dating game. She would worry about it when it happened. One of the things she learnt from other parents' divorces is that nothing is forever. Nothing remains the same. Unbeknownst to Sarah these words would be sometimes helpful and other times a haunting reminder of her horrible existence.