=What Is Held Dearest To The Heart= ( PG )
A fatal car crash forever changes the life of a troubled young man
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Hi girls ^_^ My second story for the readers of Sissy Kiss, a kind of weird one. Hope you enjoy it, was a fun, if different, one to write. Not done yet, and I do apologize if the topic seems a bit vague, and if it seems a bit strained and not fleshed out properly :( I’m slowly recovering from writer’s block, this was the best I’ve managed in a while. It can only go uphill from here though! More to come soon, if people show interest.

=What Is Held Dearest To The Heart=
by Euphoria




 Good Girls Go To Heaven, but the Bad Girls Go Everywhere!
Good Girls Go To Heaven, but the Bad Girls Go Everywhere!
Somebody told me so, now I know every night in my dreams, I’ll be praying that the
Good Girls Go To Heaven…but the Bad Girls Go Everywhere!  


-Meat Loaf, Good Girls Go To Heaven (Bad Girls Go Everywhere)

CHAPTER 1
Number Up


When the bad times roll around, they never knock beforehand. There's never any warning, never any prelude. There’s never any storm clouds on the horizon. The horrors come out of nowhere and strike you like a hammer, hard and fast with no chance for escape. You get no say in the matter - all you can do is cling to any strand of hope you have left and enjoy the ride.

Such was the way that my life came to an abrupt end. To be precise, it was at 9:37 am, the 4th of April, 2012. It was a hot Summer's day, not a cloud in the sky, and I was cruising along in my '66 convertible Mustang with the stereo turned up full blast and the roof down, just enjoying life as I knew it. I was 18, had a beautiful girlfriend that I was on my way to pick up, had a great job (I was a journalist for the local newspaper, if you care to know) and was just recovering from moving out of my parent’s house. To quote one of my favorite songs, I was '18 with life to cattle, 18 and life to know'. Every cloud had a silver lining. I was on top of the world...nothing could kill my buzz.

I was driving along an old, narrow dirt road that ran around a gigantic, sprawling lake on the outskirts of town. Grassy hills on either side, with the occasional tree appearing here and there. Pleasant scenery for a beautiful day. It was as if someone, my guardian angel perhaps, had chosen to give me one real opportunity to enjoy myself. I was on my way to pick up my beautiful girlfriend, go out for lunch, have a great time at the local carnival, then try to convince her to have an even better time later that night *_^ I had recently came out of…of a difficult period of my life, where the sudden pressure of having a job, paying my own bills and living by myself had got the better of me. The decision of leaving my parents house had brought with it a lot of negative features, and I was only barely coping with it.

I should probably elaborate on that, so you don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not some weak-willed child who can’t function without the help of his mummy or daddy. I left my house of seventeen and a half years roughly six months ago, found a nice, cheap apartment to settle down in for the time being and basically adjusted to my new, solo life. It was ok for a little while…until I discovered that the man I was paying for my rent had actually been convicted of child abuse in the past. I won’t say how I made this startling revelation, it wasn’t particularly pleasant…but needless to say, I left there quickly. From there, it had just been horrible accommodation after horrible accommodation, a quickly running out pool of money which was far from enough to afford a good place to stay, and…well, I was forced to do things for money I would never have done otherwise. Stuff that wouldn't necessarily be classified as legal.

It was only recently that I had quit my shitty, multiple part-time jobs and actually obtained a proper employment as a journalist, where the pay was far, far superior. I moved into an apartment with a nice old lady (now that I can afford it) who understood my troubles and helped me to adjust to this new style of life. Today was the first time I’d had a chance to get out properly and spend time with my girlfriend, Clarissa. And the gods seemed to have decreed that it was to be so – today seemed like it was going to be a beautiful day. The perfect conclusion to my recovery.

I was more than looking forward to it.

With all this clouding my mind, I wasn't really paying attention to the road itself and I wasn't really paying attention to oncoming traffic. What did I care? 18 with life to cattle, 18 and life to know, my friend. I was wrapped up in thoughts of the immediate future with barely a thought for the immediate present. Thoughts of the imminent freedom that today heralded clouded my mind. God, I needed a break. Today was going to be great.

As you've probably gathered, I was rather blinded my longing for a good day. Just one. It had been so long…

Maybe, if I had been more careful, I really would have had the opportunity to enjoy that day. However, fate's hand is not always just. I was to become living proof, because, of course, today was simply too good to be true. I was happily singing along with the radio, looking out over the lake without a care in the world when the clock on the dashboard struck 9:37 am. I was more preoccupied with the song then the road and didn’t see the oncoming threat. When I did, it was much too late to do anything about it.

"Then I'm dying at the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun," the singer crooned, the piano valiantly plodding along behind his melodic voice. "Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike..."

Fate had a sense of humor, apparently. The last words I ever heard were a commentary of the final minutes of my life.

"And the last thing I see is my heart!" the singer suddenly roared, the volume swelling to epic proportions. "Still beating - "

The radio was suddenly drowned out by the insane squeal of brakes howling in protest. My eyes shot up, far too late, too see the oncoming truck tearing down the road far too fast to turn or to get out of the way.

In the split second it took for us to collide, I could swear that time seemed to slow down – I had ample opportunity to see every detail you can imagine in perfect clarity. I saw the bearded truckie’s face contort into an expression of horror, I saw the gleaming metal of the truck's grill...I saw sparks flying up from his wheels, saw thin ribbons of smoke from the burning rubber spiraling up into the azure sky.

It lasted a split second…then we returned to the horrible reality.

I gave a little girlish shriek of terror and span the wheel as hard as I could. My beloved Mustang, as it's final act of service, swiveled to the left with an earsplitting scream of protest from the brakes...all in vain. Nothing could prevent the inevitable.

The truck hit me, side on, at 80 kilometers an hour. The right side of my car was pulverized instantly, dissolving into a mass of shattered glass and twisted metal. The airbags went off...but there was nothing they could possibly do. My number was up - the truck ploughed through my car like a warm knife through butter and struck me with more force than you can possibly imagine. For a split second, agony swept over me like a tidal wave…and then suddenly I couldn’t feel anything. At all.

The seatbelt did literally nothing for me - I don't know if it somehow snapped, or came undone, whatever. Logic had no place in this incident - I was sent flying from the carcass of my dying car, high into the air towards the lake. I didn't feel a thing. I didn't feel a thing when the truck ground my bones into dust, and I didn't feel a thing when I hit the ground. I was far beyond that.

My vision instantly began to fade - I landed on my side by the edge of the water, facing the carnage, and no matter how I tried, I couldn't move. A sense of terror descended upon me as I uselessly attempted to stand. My legs utterly refused to obey my brain – no matter how hard I willed it, I couldn’t move a muscle. I had never felt so helpless before. It was confusing...in fact, everything was suddenly confusing. I couldn't think straight for the life of me. All I could do was watch as the world slowly faded to black and wonder what the hell was happening. Even my initial terror was beginning to fade to an odd feeling of serenity.

I was too far gone to wonder what had happened to the truckie – all I could manage was to watch the world through the shadowy veil that hung over my eyes like drapes. Everything that could have gone had gone wrong. My car must have caught fire, as I could see a red haze in the direction of the crash through my dieing vision. I frowned, and tried to focus. Nothing came of it. All I could do was lie there in the dirt, desperately praying that someone would come buy and save me. I wasn’t too far gone (yet) to know if I didn’t see medical attention in minutes I was going to die. Maybe, if I could somehow -

"Oh ****," came a small, sobbing voice. "I…holy ****, dude, are you OK?"

I....what?

My field of vision was suddenly obscured by a set of thick, brown boots, which quickly gave way to someone's knees. Someone's face entered my field of view, blocking out everything else. It looked vaguely familiar...was it...no...maybe...

My mind was going the way of vision - I was too far gone to place his face. It was belonged to man with a round, babyish face, with a short beard and wearing a red cap. Tears ran down his face, and a cut that looked dangerously deep and oozing blood ran down his left cheek.

The truckie.

"****, man, you're going to be OK," the face said weakly. It's voice was steadily getting fainter, as if someone had taken a hold of the volume button and was slowly twisting it to turn it down. "You're gonna be...you're gonna...****, hang in there, the ambos are on their way."

I tried to smile. Such a nice man, trying to help like that. But, who...was...he...

And then I died.

And that was it. Bang, done. Eagerly awaiting the loving company of my adorable girlfriend one minute. The next...well, 'torn and twisted at the foot of a burning...mustang', put simply. Fate had spoken. The life of Nick Cooper was over. Done and dusted.

Game over.
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Miki Yamuri
Hi sweetie

I approved ur story n gave itta ratin of ( PG ) is ya wanna has it changed, please let me kno n I do it.

Thank you for sharin ur story n baby look forward ta more


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Euphoria


 Hi sweetie

I approved ur story n gave itta ratin of ( PG ) is ya wanna has it changed, please let me kno n I do it.

Thank you for sharin ur story n baby look forward ta more
 




I forgot about the rating, thanks for adding that :D

I just realized my ideas have gotten ahead of what's written and that so far this has absolutely zero to do with Sissy Kiss. Next update will bring it in straight away, I promise :D
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lilakiko
Yea got me hooked me now just GOT's to know whats going too happen next. do please continue.
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Baby_Nick
Please write more, ive become completely lost in this story, it is so masterfully writen! Keep writing, you most definately have a career in this field of work. Take it from a literature conoseur.
"Love is but a word. What matters is the implication you put into it."
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Preemie
 Good story! I agree with everybody else -- you've drawn me in!

It seems to be getting really fun, now! I love the scenes where the boy discovers he is a girl now, and how much he actually likes it!

But I liked the first part of the story, too, even though it was sad. It was just really well done.

I can't wait to read more! 
Baby talk rocks!
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Euphoria
Thank you for the comments guys, I'm glad you liked it  PinkBaby-Cheery: Sorry for the delay, will be up shortly hopefully.
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Just Jessica
fantastic story! and written so well is really commendable! like others i am drawn in and a dedicated follower now

Thanks for the story
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Euphoria


 fantastic story! and written so well is really commendable! like others i am drawn in and a dedicated follower now

Thanks for the story  




Thank you for your kind words Maxie! I'm glad you enjoyed it  PinkBaby-Cheery:
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nekoboyorgirl
im likeing the story sweetie i ove it alot
*i had dreamt life was beauty and woke up and found out life was duty*
*it is better to be thought the fool and remain silent then to open your mouth and remove all doubt*
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Euphoria


 im likeing the story sweetie i ove it alot  




Thank you for your comment nekoboyorgirl, I'm glad you enjoyed it  

Chapter 4 should be up soon (in the next couple of days, hopefully), I'm actually working on another short story that I want to get done before I finish up Ch 4. Thank you everyone for your kind words, and I'm glad that your enjoying the story so far!
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lilakiko
been away for a while and comes back too a GREAT story up date. Very well done LUV. Do keep up the great work that you are doing here.
Sweet Dreams
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Preemie
 I can't wait for chapter 4! I'm so eager to see how the story develops!

Nick is a great character, and you have him/her in a really interesting situation right now.

Keep it up! Great job as always!
Baby talk rocks!
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SISSYJOSHUA
i have an idea for a second parrelel sequel if you want to hear about instead of dieing some nymphs come out of the lake and think hes cute and take him with them and heaal him back to health and baby him and maybe feminize
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meisababy
excellent story i love it
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