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eBook Category: Romance
eBook Description: Sarah's world is shattered when she is badly disfigured after a house fire. After months of physiotherapy, her old friends have melted away and she decides that there is no longer a place for her in the world. No one will love a woman whose face is hideous scarred and whose body is just a canvas that advertises the damage that flames can do. When Sarah goes to the park to take one last look at the world she wants to leave behind, she bumps into Ted. Blind from a young age, the young man strikes up a conversation with the lonely girl. He doesn't need his eyes see Sarah's beauty. He can hear it in her words. But can he convince Sarah that life is for living and that is possible to view life from a very different angle?

eBook Publisher: Eternal Press/Damnation Books LLC, Published: 2009-03-07, 2009
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2009

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Words: 6399
Reading time: 18-25 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Portable Document Format (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 9781926647500

Two Faces One Life

It took Sarah four months before she could look in a mirror. She had always taken her looks for granted. Alabaster skin and sapphire eyes made sure she was never short of boyfriends. Her long blonde hair, which hung to her waist in thick wavy abundance, had been the envy of all her friends. But now it was gone. The fire had seen to that. The doctors had shaved off any scorched remnants, left as a painful reminder, from her scalp.

"We had to treat your burns," the nurse said sympathetically, when Sarah had screamed in horror after seeing her reflection in the window opposite her bed.

The cruel irony was that the right side of her face had been left untouched. A lopsided eye stared mockingly back at her from a burnt and distorted cheek. An eye that saw nothing and, like her, was useless. When she had finally healed enough to go home, a different Sarah walked through the front door of her parents' house.

This girl would never laugh, go to parties, or have any friends. She didn't care what she wore or ate. What did it matter now? This new Sarah no longer wanted to exist in a world that would never accept her.

"You've got to get out more," her mother cajoled. "You're only eighteen; you've got your whole life ahead of you."

Sarah sobbed, shaking her head in denial. "I can't go outside; everyone will stare at me."

"No they won't," her mother argued.

"Look at me," she cried, her voice filled with anguish. "I'm a monster."

Sarah saw the tears of pain in her mother's eyes, but knew she couldn't offer any comfort. Her life was over, why could no one see that?

"You're going to have to find the courage to live again, darling," her mother whispered. "I won't let you give up and lock yourself away."

For the next six months, that was exactly what her mother did. They went through the gruelling physiotherapy together. When she cried in agony, as her burnt skin was forced to exercise, her mother cried with her. When she got her first wig to cover her scarred head, they both tried them on.

"The one good thing about wigs, Mum, is you can take them off when you're bored with the style," Sarah said wryly as she took off a short mahogany bob and replaced it with a long blonde one.

"Oh, let me try that bob," her mum said, reaching for the discarded wig.

Sarah allowed a small smile to touch her lips, as her mother slipped the wig over her short, greying hair. It was so easy to be herself around her parents. Sometimes, just for a moment, she even forgot her ugliness. However, the respite was brief. As soon as they went outside, the stares would begin. The endless whispers and nudges from ignorant fools, forced her to remember that she was no longer beautiful. Her long blonde hair was now made of nylon and her feelings were as irrelevant as the litter on the pavement.