The Other Side: Melinda's Story

ISBN Digital: 9781509203130
ISBN Print: 9781509203123
Page Count: 318
Word Count: 77690
Rating: non-romance

The Other Side Series

Melinda's family is dead, killed for information that is hidden deep within her mind.  Her father tries to warn her from the 'Other Side' that she is in danger from the killers who want what only she can give them.  Committed to Skyview Haven, she must determine if the 'Other Side' truly exists or if it is a trick of her heart and mind.  
With time running out Melinda must determine who she can trust. Is it the ghosts of her family, a boy who may not be who he appears to be, or the doctor who is determined to cure her?  Can she figure out the truth before it is too late?


“Your mother said you were in shock. I can see you still are,” Dad said as he steered me to a chair.

“I sat down, well I sort of fell into the chair. My legs were wobbly. Anxiety? I think it was shock like they said.

“Beth’s accident was unexpected. Drowning in the Mosamic River…” Dad was saying.

“He trailed off. I felt as though I’d awakened in someone else’s family. It was Dad that drowned in that river, not Beth. Maybe I was dreaming or having a horrible nightmare, deep in sleep where nothing made sense. I shook my head as though to get rid of the cobwebs. I tried to tell myself to wake up. I even screamed inside my head, ‘Wake up, Melinda!’ Still I sat in the kitchen looking at my family. Or were these people really my family?

“I looked at my father and asked, “What are you talking about? I spoke to Beth this morning.”

“My mom sat down in the chair next to me and took my hand. “We’ll help you get through this, honey.”

“I snatched my hand out of my mother’s and looked at her. She must be an alien or something. She wasn’t my mother. And Dad…well, I couldn’t deal with any of it anymore. I ran from the room, my head full of thoughts. I tried the nightmare route and that didn’t work, so something must be seriously wrong with me. Do I have some weird medical problem that was making me see and hear things? Either that or I was living in someone else’s world.

“These thoughts ran through my head as fast as my legs were carrying me up to my room. I slammed my door as hard as I could and rushed to the closet. I pulled out my suitcase, tossed it on the bed, and randomly threw clothes into it. I didn’t know where I was going. In fact, I didn’t even know until I zipped it up that I even wanted to leave. But I didn’t know what else to do. I couldn’t stay there with strangers. I had to get away from this place.

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