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Chapters 1 & 2 Jamais Vu

Chapters 1 & 2 Jamais Vu

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A gunshot echoes, thrusting Darby Lambert into a near death experience. Inside the confines of an ambulance, she meets “the man in white light”. He takes away the guilt, but makes her question everything. “You will see them,” he whispers, as he catapults her back into the real world where she is plagued with dreams of demons, nurses, and rock stars.

Why has He sent her back? Does she have the courage to rectify her sins? Given the chance, could you erase it all?
A gunshot echoes, thrusting Darby Lambert into a near death experience. Inside the confines of an ambulance, she meets “the man in white light”. He takes away the guilt, but makes her question everything. “You will see them,” he whispers, as he catapults her back into the real world where she is plagued with dreams of demons, nurses, and rock stars.

Why has He sent her back? Does she have the courage to rectify her sins? Given the chance, could you erase it all?

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Published by: Monique O'Connor James on Dec 23, 2011
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Chapter OneThere is nothing easy about dying; not the act itself, and certainly not the coming back. My name
is Darby Lambert. I’ve lived in Baton
Rouge my entire life. This is also where I died.I peered out of the window of my bedroom and sketched a picture of my dad loading suitcasesinto his SUV. The massive vehicle reminded
me of an overgrown boy, and the caricature I’d
rendered of the beast took up the majority of the page. I left the unfinished portrait on my messybed and headed outside to make
sure my sister Lindsey wasn’t taking up
valuable luggage spacewith her needless excess.My family had made the same trip every April for as long as I could remember. It was always thesame roads, the same cabin, and the same crystal clear lake in the Smokey Mountains. It waslong past the time when I should be taking family vacations. However, even at twenty-four,it was hard to deny my parents. For this one week every year, we were a
family. I’d even called a
truce with Lindsey in order to keep everyone smiling.
“Linds, you’re not throwing my suitcases out so you can stuff 
another pair of shoes in there,
huh?” I looked over her back to peer at her 
packing job, no doubt leaving oily fingerprints on theglossy black surface
of my father’s freshly polished
Suburban.
“Your one suitcase with the two pairs of blue
-jean shorts, and the
tank top we’ll have to look atall week is not in my way.” Lindsey shot her 
best I-hope-you-die-look my way and then flasheda smile when Dad rounded the truck to check our progress.The sky was a blue that lived right between cobalt and blue-green on the color wheel. What was
it called? Azure. I’d only dabbled in
painting, but there was no other way to describe theseamless beauty of the heavens that day. I inhaled and choked as the wind shifted, bringing theunmistakable smell of the paper mill across the river.
 
Mom and Dad stood next to each other, lost in conversation. At that moment, they seemed
happy, normal. Mom’s blonde hair blew across
her shoulders and wrapped itself in his salt and
 pepper beard. I couldn’t
have sketched a better day to hit the road.It was perfect until Evan Gauthier pulled into the driveway in his shiny red Beamer. For the life
of me, I couldn’t remember why I’d agreed
to go out with him. It was obvious he was moresuited for Lindsey with his
tailored clothing and shiny jewelry, but for some reason I couldn’t
seem to ditch him.
He stepped from his car grinning, as though we’d all won the
grand prize in some insane contest
when he’d graced us with his
presence. No one spoke to him, no one except Lindsey.She twisted a strand of her brown locks between her fingers and
gushed, “Hey Evan.”
 I thought I might vomit, but instead, I focused on his pressed khaki chinos and spotless whitebutton-down. How annoying could one person be? He was polished down to his teeth which, bythe way, were white because he bleached them every morning and never drank coffee orsmoked cigarettes.
“Hey, Darb.” He touched my hip, and I spun around, stumbling to
the front of the truck to get outof his reach.
“Yeah, hey,” I mumbled, looking to my dad for rescue.
 
“Nice watch,” Dad said, as he glanced from under the hood at
Evan with one eyebrow raised inamusement.
“Shiny.” I shook my head feigning excitement.
 
 
I remembered
then. It wasn’t the show that irritated me, but the
way Evan treated me. By the
time I’d found my iPod and cell phone to
 
stash in the back seat, he’d already raked me over the
coals.
“So, you gonna wear those shorts? Why don’t you borrow
something from Li
nds?” His facedidn’t move when he said those things.
It was soft, as though it was the most natural thing in theworld for him to insult me.I shot him a rude hand gesture and climbed into the car.
“Aw, come on Darby. You’re such a mess all the time. Bu
t, you
know I love ya.” He leaned
across the seat and the smell of his cologne choked the breath from me.I love ya. What did he mean by that anyway? Did he think I was fooled by his games?
“I’ll see you when I get back.”
 
Or not. I’d already jammed my e
ar-buds in my ears hoping to muffle any further charm from Mr.Squeaky Clean.I made a mental note to tell him what I thought of him as soon as I got back. He was waving hiscell phone. Call me, his lips curled around the words.I pointed to my ears and turned away from him to stare out the
window. “I can’t hear you,” I
sang out softly.I was lost in a daydream of kicking him between the legs when my dad reached through thewindow and grabbed my arm. I screamed and then yanked the ear-buds out and scowled at him.
“Jumpy?” He grinned.
 

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