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Have you
ever had a dream that came to life? How about losing the one you love and
not being able to save them? What about a gift that you were cursed with?
Well image having all three like Sicily "Sissy" Monroe.
"Some might say what I have is a gift. I say, I want to
return it." Sissy declares.
Sicily "Sissy" Monroe has all the qualities of a perfect young lady. She is almost where she wants to be in life. But lying deep in the pupil of her eyes hold something that she cannot get rid of which interferes with her plans. She fights everyday with no one but herself. After having her first vision at age six of her sister's (Misty) disappearance and the dreams of failing to save her, Sissy wants no part in another person's fate. For years Sissy tried hard to avoid contact with people because she feared foreseeing their death. In keeping with this, she tries to stay away from her family. Little did Sissy know she could not run from her past, or her gift. She hopes someone will put her out of her misery, but she will soon discover that her visions and dreams were just a mere image of herself.
Sicily "Sissy" Monroe has all the qualities of a perfect young lady. She is almost where she wants to be in life. But lying deep in the pupil of her eyes hold something that she cannot get rid of which interferes with her plans. She fights everyday with no one but herself. After having her first vision at age six of her sister's (Misty) disappearance and the dreams of failing to save her, Sissy wants no part in another person's fate. For years Sissy tried hard to avoid contact with people because she feared foreseeing their death. In keeping with this, she tries to stay away from her family. Little did Sissy know she could not run from her past, or her gift. She hopes someone will put her out of her misery, but she will soon discover that her visions and dreams were just a mere image of herself.
C. S.
Dorsey currently lives in Northern California. She graduated from the
University of Phoenix with an Associate's Degree in Financial Services, and is
currently working for a financial institution. She never thought about writing
until one day this girl started talking to her in her head and never stop. She
has written other young adult books including best selling Lukos Trilogy.
C. S.
Dorsey
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Excerpt:
The
Unsacred Gift: Chapter One
Chapter One
“It had been fifteen years since my sister’s death,
and I could still hear her screaming in my sleep.”
I could hear the ear-piercing screams and horror in
her voice ringing in my ears. I ran as fast as I could through the tall trees
in the forest. I was running after her so fast, trying to save her from her
doom. The dark mist was dragging her across the floor of the forest. My
breathing was shallow and my heart raced as I kept running. It felt like I was
running in place. The dark mass kept pulling her.
“Misty!” I yelled, making no sound. My voice was on
mute. The wind brushed through my hair. My lungs felt like they were going to
burst, and I wanted to collapse, but I couldn’t stop running after her. Death
was pulling her farther and farther away. I could see her reaching out to me,
wanting me to save her—but I was too late.
I gave up. I saw her eyes. They were wide with fear,
horror, and sadness.
“Misty!” I yelled again, but no one heard me, not even
myself. I looked at the pale-faced girl with long, straight black hair flying
in the wind and almond-shaped eyes one last time. She looked back at me with
disappointment, and then she fought no more, because I gave up.
The wind howled in my ears and circled around me as I
watched my sister vanish before my eyes. Her piercing screams rang in my ears
like someone’s nails scraping against a chalkboard.
I covered my ears from the terrifying screams of my
sister calling my name: “Siiiissssy.” I dropped to the ground with my ears
still covered and my head between my legs, rocking back and forth…
I jumped out of my sleep as tears rolled down my face.
I was shaking uncontrollably, and sweating. My breathing was labored. I took
some deep breaths in and out, as I lay back down.
It had been fifteen years since my sister’s death, and
I could still hear her screaming in my sleep. The day my sister disappeared
would haunt me for the rest of my life. I vaguely remember what happened—I was
six when she disappeared.
I saw her fate, but I was too young to realize that I
was having a vision. I tried to tell my mother, but she convinced me that I was
having a bad dream. Not long afterward, Misty vanished.
That day was hot and the wind barely blew. Butterflies
were flying all around us. It was our family picnic, that hot August summer of
1990, at Aquatic Park in Berkeley. I remember Misty, our cousins Heaven and
Halo, and I were running and playing with a pink-and-white-marbled ball.
“Girls, don’t go too far,” my mother said. The sun radiated on her skin, making
it glow and bringing out her youthful features. Her stringy black hair was
pinned up in a bun. She was sitting at the picnic table with my Granny and
auntie Tiyanne. We call her Tiy.
The four of us were having so much fun playing catch
with the marble-color ball. Heaven and Halo were three then, so they couldn’t
go as far as Misty and I could. Misty was five, a year younger than I was.
Soon, Misty and I were near the lake. “Sissy, don’t
throw the ball too hard,” Misty said.
“I won’t.” For a kid my age, I had a really strong
arm, and the ball bounced and rolled into the lake.
“Aw, Sissy, I told you.” I just shrugged my shoulders.
We stared at the ball as it glided across the lake. “I’ll get it,” Misty said.
I heard a voice calling me. It was Mom, looking for
us. Misty was bending over, reaching for the ball. I turned toward the voice
and called, “Misty, we have to go! Mommy is…” Then I turned around, only to
find that Misty was gone. The ball was still floating on top of the lake. The
water was still. “Misty, stop playing!” I called to her. But she was nowhere in
sight. I panicked, and ran to my mother.
“Where is your sister?” she asked. I hesitated,
reluctant to answer her. “Sissy, where is your sister?”
I just looked at her and shrugged my shoulders. I felt
a sense of déjà vu.
“Answer me, girl!”
All I could do was look into my mother’s eyes and tell
her it was the vision I’d had, which would become stronger and more vivid as I
got older. My mother just looked at me, not wanting to believe me. I reiterated
the vision, the one my mother had said was a dream: Misty was standing in the
same spot in front of the lake, and in the blink of an eye, she was gone.
What was I
supposed to do? I was six.
Yellow tape was placed all around the park. Everyone
there had to leave while the police investigated. My Uncle Tyler called the
police before my mom and Granny had a chance to go search for her. Aunt Tiy
packed up everything quickly and put Heaven and Halo in the car before they ran
off, too. I saw officers diving into the lake to see if they could find Misty’s
body. A tall, dark-skinned police officer with slick black hair came over to
me. I was sitting on the back of the ambulance, covered in blankets the police
had given me, with my head down.
He kneeled down to me so that he could see me
eye to eye. “Young lady, we need your help, so that we can find your sister.
Will you help us?” I nodded yes, not saying a word. Earlier that day, the
weather had been nice, nice weather for a picnic…not anymore. Now it was dark
and cold. Although California did not get hurricanes, I didn’t doubt that one
might appear. I had lost my sweater and I wish I had it.
I explained to the police officer what had happened.
“I don’t know, officer. I saw it before it happened. Mommy said I had a bad
dream.” The officer thought that Misty might have drowned, but there was no
trace of her anywhere.
The officer
knew he was not getting anywhere, and gave up. He went over to my mom, and I
waited. All I could hear was that he and his team would keep looking for her
for as long as they could. My mother’s head was down, and she nodded her head
in agreement. He left, and she came over and scooped me up from the edge of the
ambulance truck.
“Sissy—you need to tell them the truth,” my mom
said, carrying me in her arms.
“But, Mom,” I said, “I am telling the truth. It
was like the dream I had.” My mom just ignored me and carried me to the car.
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Book Review:
This
book is about Sissy, who has visions of what is going to happen to people,
specifically when they are going to die. Her sister drowned when she was
six and her family never mentions her again. Sissy knew she was going to
drown and no one believed her. She avoids touching people so she will not
have visions about them. When she turns 18 she leaves town and doesn’t
return for 4 years.
Unfortunately
returning triggers memories of her sister startlingly vivid dreams that result
in her waking up with visual reminders. While she tries to figure out
what is going on she meets and falls in love with Chris, the boy she had a
crush on in high school.
This
book is just full of surprises. Every time I thought I had it figured
out, we took a left turn (this phrase in my family means changing the subject
or direction of conversation without signaling or alerting everyone
else). I totally didn’t see the end coming, so wow!
I give
this book 5 out of 5 clouds, because it was well written and surprised me in a
good way.
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