Title: Supernova Fall, Supernova Fly
Sixteen-year-old Krishna Covalho lost her memories the same day her best friend Emily died. Krishna, who is now an insomniac, is in regular therapy and makes all her decisions by a magic 8- Ball. And in the unlikely case she does fall asleep, she wakes up from terrible nightmares and thinks she sees demons everywhere.
But even her 8-Ball can’t predict when one night her neighbor and infamous troublemaker Novahk McAllister walks into her life thus beginning an unlikely friendship and maybe more.
When a video showing Emily in a compromising situation surfaces at school, everything Krishna knew about her best friend is shaken to its core. Was Emily really in an accident, as her parents keep telling her or is the truth something else entirely? Because it seems now that her repressed memories have everything to do with Emily and the circumstances surrounding her death.
Krishna becomes determined to find out the truth about Emily enlisting Novahk’s help in the way. But Novahk has secrets of his own, of the night when everything went wrong, and the very thing that might drive him and Krishna apart. As Krishna’s nightmares escalate into horrible flashbacks, she’s forced to confront her part in her best friend’s death. Now Krishna must decide if she’s finally brave enough to forgive herself and let go of her past.
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Normal people are asleep. It’s two in the morning and normal people are dreaming, maybe of picnics or flying unicorns or other normal stuff, like getting the perfect grade or that big promotion.
I am wide awake, my comforter wrapped around me as I surf through Netflix for another movie to watch. I am not normal people.
Sometimes I wish I could be. Normal. I know the spelling: N-O-R-M-A-L. I know its meaning, but somewhere between the beginning of junior year and the night I can’t remember, I lost the essence of it.
Maybe Godzilla will finally put me to sleep or maybe it will be the evil Jack trying to kill his family that does the trick. When I do fall asleep in an unlikely scenario, my dreams are always a sliver of reality and blurred images. Nothing happens except for loud noises punctuated by murky colors. Sometimes I hear a scream, but it’s far away. And then the demon creeps in. It’s it that I am afraid of. Sometimes it slips out of my nightmares and into my reality, lying and waiting to catch me.
A sharp knock comes and I almost jump out of my skin.
Are the demons getting braver? I ask myself as I look around for the source. Maybe I’ll die as a cliché with a hand coming out of my bed and dragging me under.
Then there comes another sound, from the windows no less. The shutter is drawn so I can’t see who or what is outside.