BFFs Make the World Go Round
There are a myriad of acquaintances that flit through our lives, but none of them will ever compare to our BFF (best friend forever). These people know us better than we know ourselves. They push us up during the high points in our lives and catch us when we are falling down into the deepest despair. They know our deepest, darkest flaws, and incredibly still see value in being our friend.
I make a distinction between friends we are close to and BFFs. I’m sure you’ve experienced this same scenario: something happens that pulls someone cool and fun into your orbit. You are completely in sync with that person for months. Then for some reason the friendship cools and you don’t talk as often. Then you don’t talk at all, and you aren’t all that bothered by it. That friendship wasn’t entrenched enough to go the distance. The need that brought you together was satisfied, and life said it was time to move on.
Our BFF, however, (and lucky you if you have more than one!) is the friend that you know you’ll still be friends with when you are both old and wrinkly. No matter how life tries to pull you apart, you always find your way back to each other. A phone call or email from your BFF will make your day. If you go months without talking, you know that when you do it’ll feel like you just spoke yesterday. The BFF friendship is deep, strong, and everlasting.
I’ve tended to be a bit of a loner throughout my teenage years and into my early adulthood. I had a few close friends but I didn’t have a massive circle. I was much more comfortable going deep with my friendships as opposed to going broad. Today, I consider myself fortunate to count two friends that I’ve had for more than fifteen years.
So it was from that perspective that I developed the basis of Ellie’s friendships in the Shadows series. Ellie left her BFF behind at the end of the first book, Edge of Shadows, and so she’s in completely unfamiliar territory in Shadows Deep. Ellie isn’t a seasoned social butterfly by any means; she’s naturally guarded and reserved. I knew that it would take a big personality to break through those walls.
Readers won’t find Lucy until about mid-way through Shadows Deep, but she makes a big impact right away. What I loved about creating her character was that I gave Lucy all the cool characteristics that I don’t have. Lucy is, in many ways, my opposite. Which makes me adore her all the more.
Lucy challenges Ellie and keeps her on-track even though Ellie isn’t inclined to trust her. Lucy doesn’t take that personally, but then again I don’t think there are a lot of things that Lucy does take personally. Lucy sees the potential in Ellie that Ellie doesn’t see in herself. To that end, Lucy makes a huge gamble on Ellie, and luckily that pays off. In the process, Ellie makes herself a friend.
Ellie and Lucy’s friendship is just starting in Shadows Deep, and I am thrilled to be able to share the beginning of what I know is going to be a rich and deep BFF friendship with my readers.
Before I go, I have to ask, have you hugged your BFF today? Call her or send him a text or FB message, but whatever you do, just tell them you love them and can’t do it without them. They deserve it.
Title: Shadows Deep (Shadows, Part II)
Author: Cege Smith
Length: 70,000 words
Genres: Horror, Paranormal (Non-Romance)
Ellie Coulter made a deal with the devil, and now it’s time to pay the price. Little did she know, the shadows that have swirled around her life since her parents’ death were not a coincidence. As Ellie's destiny is revealed, it comes with the knowledge that her fate is the lynchpin in a far larger, and more dangerous game. And the one who found her has no intention of ever letting her go.
Ellie walks a fine line between keeping up the appearance of acceptance while gathering the information she needs to escape. Along the way, she has to decide who to trust and that includes the man she loves. As facts give way to lies, Ellie begins to question everything.
With her true intentions on the verge of being discovered, Ellie must find a way to defeat her captor before she becomes a shadow herself.
Letting go was one of the hardest things a person could ever do. Ellie knew that. What happened when she let go of the idea that reality as she knew it was merely a cover on a rabbit hole? She had willingly taken the cover off and fallen down into the unknown darkness. She’d surrendered. Somehow it felt easier that way. But the Voice kept picking at her even though she was deep in her hidey hole. It wouldn’t leave her alone.
“What was it like for you when your parents died?”
Ellie had answered some variation of that question what seemed like a million times over the years, but her response always paled in comparison to the effect of that one event on the rest of her life. How could she explain the depth of pain she felt when the two people who she loved most were ripped out of her life? Or the excruciating, almost debilitating sense of loneliness that followed when she finally comprehended that she was completely alone in the world?
“I was eight,” Ellie replied. “I had no other family. One minute I was surrounded by love. In the blink of an eye I was an orphan. What do you think it was like?” No one could understand what she had been through, and eventually she gave up trying to explain. Her parents’ death was just something that happened to her a long time ago. Ellie preferred to leave that buried there.
“I am sure it was difficult. But you obviously learned to cope, even thrive.”
“Thrive isn’t the word I’d choose,” Ellie said. “I learned how to survive. Eventually I learned ways to be happy again, but I did that on my own. I never felt like I belonged anywhere again.”
The Voice was silent for a while and Ellie was relieved. When it wasn’t poking at her, the darkness was peaceful. Ellie was used to being alone.
“Tell me about your ability. You’ve linked that to your parents’ death.”
Ellie was tired of the questions. They had covered the same ground over and over again. But it was like the Voice was missing some nuance, and so it all started again. Combing through her life. Looking for clues. “I noticed it the first time at the funeral. I was standing there in the cemetery, looking at their caskets, with the social worker beside me. I kept looking around for more people, but it was just the three of us: me, the social worker, and the minister. And then I noticed that the longer the minister spoke, the more these colors seemed to grow out of him. It didn’t make any sense at the time. The colors were deep purple and blue and they got more vivid every time he made eye contact with me. It scared the hell out of me. I didn’t know what to do.”
A familiar cloud of sadness fell over her thoughts as she remembered that lost little girl. “When the service was over, I wanted to kick and scream and lash out. I wanted to push over those caskets because I convinced myself they were empty and it was some elaborate hoax. Any minute they would appear to take me home. But it wasn’t a hoax. My parents raised me to think that showing emotion in public wasn’t ladylike, so as desperately as I wanted to throw a tantrum, I knew they wouldn’t approve. I looked at the social worker and she had a glow of white tinged with yellow around her. Even though I didn’t know what it meant, the colors were soothing. I had to accept that I was left with nothing but this woman to take care of me. I was naive and automatically assumed that she was kind and that she’d be good to me.”
Ellie sighed. “After twenty-five years of reading auras, I know now that she was indifferent. She probably saw a dozen kids just like me every week. Her aura meant that she was at peace and even slightly happy, but it had nothing to do with me. I was part of her job, and while I was watching my parents be buried, she was probably thinking about getting a manicure or going home and having a glass of wine. Me, I had no home left.”
“You went into foster care.”
“Yes, and in foster care I stayed until I applied for emancipation when I was sixteen.” She remembered the day that the court approved her request. It had been bittersweet.
“Your ability must have been advantageous in that kind of hostile environment.”
“If you mean it helped keep me out of trouble, then probably it did. But I was always a good kid. I studied hard, got decent grades, and generally stayed out of everyone’s way. I never gave my foster families any reason to really concern themselves with me. I wanted to be invisible. I was pretty good at it,” Ellie said. She had closed herself off from anyone who tried to reach her. It was a defense mechanism that worked well. Perhaps too well.
“Until you met Veronica.”
A face flashed in Ellie’s mind. A pretty blond with infectious laughter. Whereas her parents’ faces had faded over time, Roni’s was vivid and seemed so real that Ellie almost thought her friend was there with her in the darkness.
“Roni just wouldn’t take no for an answer,” Ellie said. “She saw something in me that I didn’t see in myself. And for some reason she wanted to be my friend. I owe her a lot.” It was strange talking about Veronica. Those memories were under strict lock and key for a reason.
About the Author:
Cege Smith is a Minnesota based writer who is addicted to lattes and B-rated horror films. She had been crafting spooky stories since she was twelve years old. She lives with her husband, two adorable stepsons, and mini long-hair dachshund, Juliet in the suburbs of Minneapolis.