Stand Alones

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Author: Sara Schoen
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Release date: June 17th 2015

 Chelsea Lerman wakes from a sixteen-week coma with a shattered memory.
Following the brutal attack that left her life in tatters, Chelsea learns her best friend Maddie Gray was murdered. Left with only fragments of memory—and none at all about the crime—she is certain she wouldn’t kill Maddie.
But the police aren’t looking for who did it, because they already have a prime suspect…Chelsea. The only way to prove her innocence is to figure out who she is, explore her faded past, and unlock her blocked memories.
The truth she seeks might be deadly.
Chelsea realizes if she didn’t kill Maddie, someone else did. If she has any hope of reclaiming her life, she has to find out who did it…and why. However, her friends, family, and the police aren’t convinced her memory loss is genuine, so she’s forced to undertake the dangerous search alone.
Plagued by a sense of being watched and a series of mysterious “accidents,” and unsure who to trust, Chelsea is running out of time. Can she unmask Maddie’s murderer before she becomes the next victim?

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About this author

My name is Sara, I’m twenty years old, and I was born and raised in Northern Virginia. I have always been interested in writing, even started a book in elementary school, but it wasn’t until high school that my friend, and writing partner, more or less forced me to join an amateur writing site. After some convincing from her, I plucked up the courage and posted one of my stories. While it wasn’t popular at first, I was shocked and overwhelmed by the support of readers on Wattpad, and they gave me the support and confidence to get where I am today. I continued to write religiously for the next three years I was on the website, starting countless stories and deleting a few others. It wasn't until I was nineteen that I was given the opportunity to work with a publisher, and I'm excited that I now get to share my work with countless other people as well as continue to write for the fans that supported me to continue working toward telling the world a remarkable story.

Waking Up Blank Diary entry

Two weeks after Coma - July 17th

It’s hard to have no one believe you; to have no one stand by you. I can’t help that I have amnesia. I didn’t ask for this to happen, all I ask to figure out what happened. The last thing I remember was a day at a pool with my best friend, but that could have been years ago for all I know, then I woke up in a hospital. I’ve been accused of murder, both indirectly and directly. I’ve been blamed for something I’m sure I didn’t do. How could I have killed Maddie, when I was beaten into a coma. Sixteen weeks, four months of my spent asleep, and what have they done while I’ve been asleep?
They only looked into me for the case because we had been found alone on Soft Creek road. Both of us were out cold, clinging to life. Maddie died in surgery, I was able to stabilize and survive. What did I survive for though? I don’t remember these people that call themselves my family. I don’t remember my friends, who know more about me than I can recall. They are all trying to help, but I can feel the tension rising. Drake hasn’t talked to me since the mishap at Morgan’s party. My mom has gotten angry since my arrest, but also that I can’t remember her. Jared is trying to help me remember by visiting places I’ve supposedly visited, while Jason plays practical jokes on me that I don’t remember falling for the first time. Andrew has left for a holiday, and won’t be back for a few weeks.
What do I do in that amount of time? I can’t remember anything. No one will help me, all thinking that the accident was just that, but I know it wasn’t. Someone was after us. My feet hurt as if I was running, my nightmares are trying to remind me what happened, and someone is trying to kill me. There have been too many close calls, and I’m not sure what to do about them. I feel as if it’s someone I know, but that can’t be true. Can it? They were my friends, my family, would they kill Maddie and attempt to murder me?
I don’t know, but what I do know is that I need to find out what happened that night and I needed to know soon. There was someone watching me, I could feel their gaze on my back, they were following me, and they wanted to make sure that I never remembered what happened. But I would, even if it was the last thing I did.

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