Amelia ($ is flashback)
Windy nights are my least favorite. When the air howls through the windows and knock on the shutters, it reminds me of a scene from a horror movie. I always used to rip the covers over my head and shiver underneath the blanket.
Now that Niall slept with me, I didn't mind them as much as I used to. Sometimes, the wind would soothe me, other times, I'd scoot closer to Niall and cuddle beside him.
I used to live in Oklahoma when I was a mere naïve five year old, leaving my home in Brighton, England. Oklahoma, where tornado alerts were nervously frequent and children gawked rudely at my British accent, was where I grew up to despise windy nights. After my first year of living in Oklahoma, a violent EF3 tornado struck the dry desert area I lived in and sucked up my house like a hungry vacuum.
$ I recall laying in my bed and covering my ears, trying to block out the shrieking wind and grumbling of the floor. My small, meek one story house wasn't as sturdy as my mother had hoped, so it trembled as the earth moved from the intense wind. Soon, my mother flashed into my bedroom and scooped me up like a ragdoll, carrying me into the cellar. At the time, my mother was in her thin, white robe, sporting fuzzy slippers, and I had on my duck footie pajamas. My blonde hair was in a bobbing bun at the top of my head, and my panda stuffed animal was secured underneath the wing of my arm.
"What's going on, mummy? Where's daddy?" I asked, rubbing my eyes as I adjusted to the darkness.
"Sweetie, have you ever heard of a tornado?" she wondered, wrapping me into her arms and holding me tight.
"No. But where's daddy?" I said, looking up at her. I remember the panicked look on her face as she whispered two words into my ears.
''Daddy's gone," she sobbed, nesting her face into her hands and shaking. Soon enough, I was crying along with her, until the tornado was almost knocking at the door.
"Stay down!" my mother shrieked as the tornado broke through the house. The noise rung in my ears as I screamed for my mother, for all I saw was dust and clusters of demolished items from the house.
"Mummy!" I yelled, reaching blindly for her. I felt soft skin touch my hand and I let out a breathe, letting my small body cradle into hers.
After twenty stressful seconds, the tornado had buzzed off to another house.
"How's daddy gone?" I murmured as we sat burrowed in the mess the tornado made.
''He warned me of the tornado. He told me to get you, and go down to where we are now. He was going to tell the rest of the town, but- but,'' my mother fell into an attack of cries, and the only thing I could do was hug her. I was frightened and upset, but then, I had to be the strong one.
"He died, Ammy, he died," she choked, squeezing my fragile body tighter. "Please, please, don't ever leave me Ammy," she said, her brown eyes gazing into my blue ones.
"I won't, mummy." $
I shut my eyes again and recalled another moment with my mom.
$ I was sitting on the park swing, watching crimson birds flutter in the air, and my mother was pushing me as I screamed higher, higher!
"Ammy, if I push you to high, you'll touch the clouds!" she exclaimed, laughing.
"Really? I can catch clouds!" I questioned just as excitedly, kicking my feet up.
"Hmmm," my mother said, stopping the swing. "You can do anything you put your mind to."
"So, I don't have to wear underwear? Cause underwear is itchy," I said.
"No, you have to wear underwear! Remember when you said you wanted to be a dolphin trainer?"
"No. I wanna be a snow globe maker," I said.
"Then do it. When your older, and if you have a good education, you'll be free to do anything."
"Edge-you-crashon? Whats that?" I pondered, trying to say the word correctly.
"Education is kinda like your smartness."
"You have a good edgeyoucrashon mummy! I wanna be just like you!" I giddily yelled, stumbling off my swing and hugging her.
Tears pricked her eyes as she gazed down at me.
"No you don't, sweetie," she said, her brown eyes looking into mine just like she did when there was a tornado. $
I opened my eyes again, blindly searching for my blanket, and Niall. His side of the bed was empty, his body leaving an imprint and the sheets crinkled up.
"Niall?" I whispered, rubbing my eyes.
Slipping on my blue robe and my white slippers, I crept out of our room and into the dead hallway.
No lights were on in the house as I tip-toed down the stairs. Panic crawled up my spine as I reached the kitchen, where no body was curled into the fridge devouring all the food.
The kitchen island was left abandoned with a fork and a plastic plate, and the tables chairs were pushed in messily. Moonlight shivered through the window, letting in shadows that danced around the floor.
I stealthy walked past Liam's room, knocking on the door.
Before anyone could answer, the wooden door warily creaked open, showing a blank bed with no one sleeping in it.
The next room was Harrys, and while holding my breath, I knocked three cautious strikes on the door. I stood frozen in my spot until time drifted on, then barged into the room.
Like Liam's, it was empty.
"Guys?" I called out, banging on Louis' door.
"Guys, this isn't funny!" I said, pacing back and forth in the hallway.
"This is a fucking joke," I muttered.
"Some serial killer better not jump out of Zayn's room, I swear to god," I mumbled, walking angrily towards Zayn's room, half-expecting the lads to jump out at me while maniacally screaming.
I cautiously opened Zayn's door, but the only movement was the clock ticking.
I raced back upstairs and grabbed my phone, only realizing that it disappeared.
"Okay, now I'm going to go down stairs, and the phone on the wall will magically have the chord cut," I said while trudging back down the stairs.
I felt fear crawl up my leg as the chord really was cut.
What was going on?