Life of a SuperNatural: Book 1a Amy's Story

Dear Diary,

Today I was walking to Starbucks for some coffee, to keep me awake for the day. I never seem to get any sleep anymore. The same could be said for Mark, we're nearly inseparable these days. Just watching out for each other. Watching children's movies all night long reminds me of when we were innocent without a care in the world. Spoiled rotten. I was doing fine, seriously, I didn't think of her at all that morning. Until an old classmate came up to me. Honestly, the only thing I remember of the incident was her words. "Amy I heard what happened I'm so sorry for your loss". And just like that all the work I put into stopping the pain was diminished...

Everything changes when Amy's mother dies and her 'change' happens. In search of answers, what secrets will Amy unearth? What side will she fight for? Who is this new girl, Felicity? Why is she stalking her?


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*Please check out the sister story: Life of a Supernatural 1b: Felicity's Story.*
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4. Chapter Four

Amy

Dear Diary,

Today I was walking to Starbucks for some coffee, to keep me awake for the day. I never seem to get any sleep anymore. The same could be said for Mark, we're nearly inseparable these days. Just watching out for each other. Watching children's movies all night long reminds me of when we were innocent without a care in the world. Spoiled rotten. I was doing fine, seriously, I didn't think of her at all that morning. Until an old classmate came up to me. Honestly, the only thing I remember of the incident was her words. "Amy I heard what happened I'm so sorry for your loss". And just like that all the work I put into stopping the pain was diminished. Every distraction I submerged myself in----even not sleeping at night, just so I couldn't dream about her.

Everything crashed down at once. There weren't even any tears, I was just broken. I didn't order the coffee, I just walked away and sat in a booth unresponsive. I'm sure people came to me asking what was wrong, but I didn't hear them. Someone who knew me must have called Mark because soon he was there right by my side. I couldn't hear the words he was saying. Only that he was tugging me towards his car and we were driving to his house. That's where Ethan and I stayed now. His mom took care of us now that our mom is gone. Ms.Won did everything for me, the funeral arrangements, the will hearing, the insurance. Everything I was left I would trade for her to be in my life again. Now I'm "rich," but not a penny could drown my tears. Immediately after the hearing, I made my own will, dividing my new assets evenly between Ethan, Sarah, and two others. I don't know their names, but I want my sisters if I ever meet them to be included in the will.

Ethan wasn't in the will originally because he wasn't born when mom made it, so only I was the sole inheritor. She placed me as Sarah's legal guardian when we were making arrangements to adopt her, that prevented Sarah from being placed back into foster care again. Although CPS and her caseworker made sure to vet me before placing her in my care. The adoption process started when Sarah was four, the same age Ethan is now and we finally get to bring her home now that she's seven.

This year was supposed to be a happy occasion. I was done with high school, Sarah was officially coming home on my birthday, and then I was going to college. Now my mom's dead. She was the only casualty of that night. Which makes no sense, since she managed to save everyone but herself. The only positive of this is Sarah won't be placed back in foster care after the 6 years it took to finally adopt her because my mom made sure to put me as her legal guardian in case...anything happened.

I told you didn't I, Diary? How she died. I don't really know either just that I was angry and there was fire everywhere and everyone was slumped down against the wall. I was breaking down crying. Overwhelmed with emotions that were not mine. At least I think so? All I'm sure of is that one second everything is fine. My mom was hosting a high-class party for my graduation. A bunch of snobby people was there. People who pretended to care about me. Normally, I just stay in my room playing games with Mark and Ethan. Avoiding them, I mean why should I act like they matter to me?

But, I got a little thirsty and hungry. So I went downstairs with a fake smile and false pleasantries. Only having one goal in mind, get the refreshments and go. Don't need to be here any longer than I have to--->right? Pausing to get a drink from a caterer, I took a few sips as I surveyed the room. Soon I felt?---No I was assaulted with thoughts and emotions that gave me chill in the bottom of my stomach. I felt like I was suffocating from the inside. Barely breathing as the emotions assaulted me from all sides. All I could see were the thoughts of what I believed to be what people thought of me. I was gripping my drink tightly as I kept darting my eyes across the room. Just hearing the thoughts of the crowd around me. My heart rate increased as everyone around me turned into monsters. Showing what they truly thought of me. The racism, the judgment ---Is this what they really thought of me? None of those things are true. All of it was directed at me. The one that stuck with me the most is how they regarded Ethan, calling him a little monkey. He's not an animal, not in that way, and especially not in that context. Then next thing I remember was screams piercing through a veil of smoke as I looked around the room. Bodies slumped and piled on top of each other. My mother was next to me jostling me about. The only words on my lips were "What happened?" She just shook her head no as if she was about to tell me something. The only thing she told me was "The only thing you need to know is in the letter. Now get Ethan and Mark and leave!" those were the last words She said to me. She looked exactly the way she used to not perfect with every hair in line, but selfless and hardworking. Before she founded Vincere when it was just the two of us against the world. I looked back and watched as she woke people up and directed them to safety.

Running up the stairs I barely noticed the fire that didn't scorch my skin. Why wasn't it hurting? Ethan was sound asleep on my bed as I ran and picked up my emergency bag, I keep stashed away by my bed. Grabbing the letter she had given me earlier off my nightstand. She said we were supposed to read it together. That it's important. What could be so important inside this envelope? Shaking my head, I picked up Ethan and stage-whispered, "We have to go!" to Mark, who was still playing that stupid game. I guess the fear in my eyes and the smell of smoke off my skin. That was slowly seeping into my room placed a sense of urgency into him as he grabbed his jacket and we ran outside.

I quickly called 911 and rushed over to where the other party guests were gathering. I asked Ms.Won, Mark's Mother if they have seen my mother, Ms. Sanders and she shook her head no. I dashed around asking everyone if they knew where she was, but they all said the same thing. She was evacuating the guests and that they haven't seen her come outside. By then the police and firemen were there controlling the situation. But, it was too late. The house was collapsing and they couldn't do anymore rescues. All that was left that could be done was to contain the fire so that it didn't spread.

That was the day my whole world was burnt to the ground. It happened only a month ago. My birthday came and with it Sarah. I spend all of my days pretending I'm okay and taking care of her and Ethan. I still haven't opened the letter. I'm not ready, everything is too fresh in my mind. Every time I close my eyes I remember the last time I saw her. Her words but, how can I find my sisters only to tell them that our mom's....dead?

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What do you guys think Amy right now? Did you play the song? Is this how you expected Amy's mother to die?  What about the emergence of Amy's powers? Please let me know in the comments.

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