Crossed
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A sixteen year old girl wakes up as someone else and finds herself hunted. Can she get her body back before he kills her?
A recurring nightmare becomes more when Bette, an average sixteen year old, is suddenly thrown into a life that doesn't belong to her. The dark mysterious stranger on a mission from heaven seeks vengeance for his brother and mistakenly crosses the minds of the innocent with the guilty. In this fast-paced short novel Bette struggles to find her way back to herself and back home with the aid of an unsuspecting friend. Can she reclaim her life when the other girl wants to keep it?
This book is not recommended for children under 13. There are some darker scenes.
This eBook also includes my free paranormal short story "The Wait".
(Previously published under A. Bernette.)
Strong female lead
Personal Power
Feminine Power
Atlanta
Teen protagonist
Diverse characters
Female protagonist
Young Adult
Bernette Sherman
Bernette Sherman is a multi-genre writer of speculative fiction including science fiction and fantasy as well as inspiration, poetry, music, and scripts. She lives in the metro Atlanta area with her husband and two children.
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Crossed - Bernette Sherman
About Karma
From the Author
LIFE MUST BALANCE and while it seeks to restore balance when it is out of alignment, it does not judge it simply does. For order is the Universe’s natural state and it will always seek to be in order and in balance.
When we recognize this, that Karma is simply the natural outflow of life – actions, thoughts, feelings, words, expression – we realize that we hold a great deal of power over how Karma plays out for our own lives.
It is what it is, doing what it is supposed to do. It doesn’t judge our actions or thoughts but rather seeks to keep the balance that allows the order the Universe constantly seeks.
Just as the rainbow comes after the rain and children are born through the struggle of birth, there is order, purpose, and balance sought throughout all of nature.
Now, let’s get our Karma on.
Prologue
FROM ABOVE, I watched it all unfold. Lana Fier was his first case. My new Karma Crusader requires more training and control if he is to follow the directives set out by the unseen force of law. Every action has a reaction. All things must be balanced. I am supposed to be training Maxwell to aid me in administering karma.
Why Raguel thought Maxwell could handle the role still baffles me, but I am not in charge of recruiting. Already he has done more harm than good, created unbalance, and proven himself unstable. His temper will have to be culled if he is to stay out of trouble.
One
THE BLUSTERY WIND blew against her face that cold and dreary autumn day as she tried to move towards the barely visible structure ahead of her. A strong gust picked up the dry brittle leaves cast down to the ground and swept them in circles around her. She coughed and choked on their fine dust. The ominous black clouds stirring above her head gave an eerie and desolate feeling.
Then, it was quiet for a fleeting moment before the rain began to fall. First in plops and then hard like sheets blinding her as it pelted against her worried face. The slanted rain didn’t stop the leaves from scattering and then gathering around her, whirling in a circle faster and faster. More and more of the dead brown leaves gathered around her as she struggled to see and break out of their hold.
The barren trees spoke in a whispering voice, monotone and void of feeling, their naked coffee-colored branches clapping in the wind. From where I watched in the shadows I could feel her angst. She was scared and confused. I believe she may have spotted me and as I moved back slowly, she strained to see.
As she leaned forward the limbs seemed to reach out and grab her, holding her in the swirling whirlwind of leaves, rain, and debris. Through the debris, she could see dark sopping wet hair hanging over eyes that felt cold and dead. As she opened her mouth to scream, there was a voice that cut through. We both heard it. It was calm, sweet, safe.
Bette? Bette? Wake up! You’re having that nightmare again. It’s alright. It’s just a bad dream. It's alright.
It was her sister Clara. She’d woken Bette up again from the dreams. They’d become nightly visitors, the sort that were akin to unwanted guests.
Bette clung to Clara’s arms; the fear still in her round cocoa eyes as she sat up against the pillow. Clara pulled Bette’s head into her shoulder as tears streamed down her face like the sheets of rain she’d left seconds before. It wasn’t a mere nightmare. To Bette, it had been so real, so vivid, so terrifying. And the eyes, the eyes haunted her.
HE WAS GOING TO SCREW this up, but I’d given this case to him as a favor. We all have our jobs to do, and this time mine is to oversee him. I can’t see how this is going to turn out as an act that balances karma, but I’m not sure it matters; given his conflict of interest. At least she’s waking up again.
It happened every night, the same dream, continuing like a story. She would dream it but it never felt like her own dream. I understood why she felt that way, but as of now I must simply observe and allow. This isn’t my assignment.
BETTE WAS IN IT, THE one caught in the storm, but she never felt like it was really her.
Whose dream or what it was Bette had not been able to figure out. She was in the dream in every single scene and moment but she still didn’t know. She could never get far enough without waking up crying or screaming or both.
But every night it crept in when she was sound asleep to haunt her again, telling her something in a way too foreign for her to comprehend. There was always water, a storm, those eyes.
When she wasn’t asleep it was still there, lingering in the subconscious where she couldn’t reach it and pull it out. Rather it waited until the light left and night came in to crawl back in and greet her. It wasn’t the way I would have done it.
Hours passed, the clock moving its hands from eleven to twelve to one as I watched Bette fight sleep madly, sitting up against the firm wooden headboard trying not to drift off too soundly. But despite her attempts to avoid the deep sleep that brought the dream, it always managed to engulf her, afraid and alone, in its clutches. She fell asleep into the nightmare.
Two
THE LEAVES SWIRLED and the wind blew harder. The black clouds moved in the heavy winds to gather above her head and flashes of lightning and booming thunder stole the sky. She was on an old wooden dock, with greying and rotting cracked panels. Large gaping holes revealed the water beneath. At the end of the dock was a beautiful small white boat.
Nothing this beautiful belonged here and in this storm. In the view of the boat, the structure she’d seen through the dark grey mist, Bette knew she wouldn’t last.
While stuck in this dream that small white boat with one sail torn slightly, having been battered from the winds, would have to be her shelter through the persistent