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?


Author's note

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

8. Chapter Eight


I heard the doorbell ring, I as I quickly finished applying the foundation. I looked in the mirror, my stray box braids were dangling by the sides of my heart-shaped face. The shaved sides and back aren't even noticed by my parents anymore, as my bun sat on top like a little island. When I first shaved my head Mom had a huge fit, and since she's not around that much it was swept under the rug. I blinked away the tears that threaten to fall from my hazel green eyes and rush downstairs.

Taking a deep breath, I paged them in. Opening my door, I heard the hum of city life breach the silence of the quiet hall as the clatter of footsteps approached my door. Painting a smile on my face that I hoped would hide my slightly puffy red eyes. I noticed that Phil and Ami arrived first already wearing their clubbing clothes, figures with Phil's 'club' clothes being casual while Ami dresses more conservatively, even though we tease her for it. 

Phil was dressed in a white shirt with a skeleton painted in black, ripped black jeans, black leather jacket, fingerless gloves, and leather boots. The black and white color scheme contrasted nicely against his slight olive skin tone, raven black hair, and piercing blue eyes. 

No hat? He always wears hats even when it got him in trouble in school.

I studied Ami's outfit. Black leather skinny jeans that fit snugly against her body with a black shirt that was offset by a jean blue jacket left unbuttoned. To tie it all off, it was combined with jean blue high tops. Her straight jet black hair surrounded her triangular face offset by her bronzed tanned skin and her dark brown eyes encased in a tapering eyelid. Her small lips a slightly a darker shade than her skin.

Once they reached my doorway they stopped and stared at me.

I covered most of the puffiness, right? I don't want them to worry.

Kiara and Tanya appeared shortly after them carrying bookbags on their back.

 That must be where they place their clothes.  

Tanya was goofing around and teasing Kiara for the rollers in her blonde hair.

Why didn't she take them out?

Kiara was wearing tight skinny jeans and a really low crop red belly shirt combined with a black and white letterman's jacket and modest red 2-inch heels. Her pale skin looked stunning the red really drawing the eye. Her rectangular face was without makeup.

Probably waiting so that Phil could do it.

Kiara stopped mid-step, as she exchanged glances with Phil and Ami. Tanya noticing whipped her head over to my direction her wavy hair slapping against her face in the process. Her light brown skin looking darker in the poorly lit hallway. Squishing her face in concern. I glance downward. Shying away from their concern looks, I noticed Beth couldn't make it. I guess she isn't coming. I hope that prick isn't hitting her again even better I hope she would recognize that he has a twisted sense of right from now and leave him. I miss seeing my favorite ginger.

"-----Have you been crying?" Kiara's voice broke the silence.

And just like that, the tension in the air was lifted.

Why do they even care? We're supposed to be partying away my problems... not discussing them.

"You have, haven't you?" Philip said as everyone kept staring at me. Not answering I bit my lip and I studied Tanya's outfit or at least the outfit she was going to be changing out of like Kiara is.

Tanya's round face appeared more defined with the wavy hair she put in. Wearing a scruffy blue looking jacket over black Adidas sweatpants and sneakers.

Ignoring the new cloud of tension that settled in the doorway. I opened the door wider and gestured for them to come in.

"You know you can always tell us what's wrong right?" Ami stated putting her hand on my shoulder and leaning towards her.

But how could I tell her that I'm thinking of either running away or killing myself tonight?

I nodded my head slightly so that they wouldn't worry.

I watched as all my friends nodded in agreement huddling closer to me and enveloping me in a warm group hug.

If told them, would they even take me seriously? That I think I have depression? Or would they think that partying would solve it? That it's not that serious. Why doesn't anyone understand that sometimes you can feel alone and unloved even when you're surrounded by all your loved ones? That I can smile and be happy but also not be.... happy.

They hugged me tighter, slightly swaying me back and forth. Waiting for an answer that wasn't coming. After a long silence, Phil was the first to let go and say, "Since your not going to tell us what's wrong. How about we make sure we put a smile on that face tonight?"

"I call hair!" Tanya yelled as she broke away from the group. Lord, knows she's good at it, looking at the wavy bra strap length hair I know she did herself.

"I'm makeup," Philip stated eyeing Tanya like she was crazy. Laughter filled the air as the two bantered back and forth. They always do this when we go clubbing, but I'm not complaining, they were good at it.

"Let's go upstairs and change," Ami said, interrupting Tanya and Phil's faux argument.

I looked at her, "Change? You're going to change?" I said, eyeing her up and down, raising an eyebrow.

Aren't you already changed?

"You know what I mean----" "----You're telling me. I already started on my hair. You know how hard it is to convince your parents you're going to the movies when you have rollers in your hair and a bookbag?"

Gesturing towards the stairs we all went to my room.  

"Why did you keep the rollers in?" I said, I know people have some... eccentric styles in the city but seeing Kiara walking out with rollers in her blonde hair trumps all of them. All of them.

"Because I didn't want my hair to get messed up when I change and do my makeup, duh"

"That's fair," Tanya said. "I'll fix it up for you when you're ready"

"Thanks, Tanya!"

"Well, we're going to be burning moonlight if we want to go to the club tonight we need to hurry," Phil said.

"You mean sunlight, days are longer in the summer Philip," Tanya taunted as she slipped her bag off and onto my bed.

"God knows how long it's going to take me to do all your makeup, I mean look at Sam---" What's wrong with me? "---And don't get me started on Tanya."

I walked away from the group and I grabbed my phone. Feeling my anxiety creeping up on me, I pretended nothing was wrong and said, "You guys go to my room I'll order us some pizza."

"Pizza?" Kiara scrunched up her nose. Maybe she's right? No... I only had an apple today if I drink now I'm gonna get drunk really easy and vomit.

"Hey, I only ate an apple today. I deserve this," I convinced her... me?

"Okay, well order me a salad and some bread rolls."

"Okay. Anyone else?" I said glancing around the room.

"Order some coke," Kiara suggests, rustling through her bag taking out hair stuff and clothes.

"Okay, Coca-Cola. What do you want on your pizza? Is pepperoni okay?"

"Noooo, Pineapple toppings!---" Amy bellowed, contrasting her normally quiet nature.

"---Meat lovers!" Philip insisted.

"Pepperoni!" Tanya said, agreeing with me.

"Okay. I got it. I'll order them all." As I recited the order to Gino's Pizzeria, breaking apart the number of pies based on how much everyone ate I got off the phone and I told them, "The pizza will be here in about 20 minutes."

"How many did you order?" Phil said plopping himself on a chair over by my vanity dresser.

"Two. One whole box of meat lovers and half pepperoni and pineapple."

"Good." Lord knows how much Phil can eat.

"Okay, everyone bring out your outfits." Kiara drilled out like a military Sargent, lining up her troops.

Everyone immediately complied taking out their outfits, everyone except Phil... and Ami... and Tanya.. and Kiara. It was just me.

As Tanya's outfit was examined by Kiara a self-professed fashion connoisseur unlike me who dabbles in all kinds of fashion not really distinguishing styles but meshing them up. Probably because my friends all have different styles that suit them.

Going through my closet, I moved all my clothes to the side. Picking out a shoe box that was buried under other shoe boxes, lifting up the lid I brought out a sleeveless black spandex bodysuit with two parallel red lace lines that ran from top to bottom gradually branching out and wrapping around the legs.

"That looks... hot," Kiara said bustling past me grabbing heels from my closet. "You need to wear these."

"Fine," I muttered, although I do admit if I wore thigh-high boots with this tonight it would cover the beautiful red lace design. Tall pointy red heels would suit this outfit much better.

"You sure about eating pizza? I could share my salad?" Kiara urged. She could tell that the dress was a skin-tight fit even without me putting it on.

"I hate to agree with Kiara on this girl but you do not want to have a food baby in that outfit. " Tanya popped in.

"Well I barely ate today and I'm not planning on puking today because I didn't eat enough food before drinking "

"Your funeral" Kiara said as she went back to admiring the two-piece outfit Tanya picked out with a colorful design. It looked to be waist high jeggings with a short belly top with sleeves that will just stop after her bust amply showing her well toned upper abs.

Tanya can get away with clothes like that with all the time she spends in the gym and Kiara, well Kiara always watches what she eats. Maybe I should? No, no I can't keep starving myself to stay thin. I barely ate today, this week, I need to eat... Besides if I faint then they would ask for the truth. I may not be able to lie to them but I can avoid telling them the truth, the whole truth.

"Don't worry about them Sammy," Phil said, putting his arm my shoulder, "They're just jealous," as he stuck out his tongue at Kiara and Tanya.

"I said that out of concern," Kiara spat. "I just want her to look her best on her birthday," dropping her bookbag and getting her outfit out, muttering, "She deserves it."

I know you say those things out of concern, but whenever you mention it I feel so insecure. Like there's something wrong with me. That... I'm not beautiful. When you praise me when I wear makeup and dress up that's the only time I feel... beautiful.

Phil surrendered putting his hands up as Ami said, "Okay, Philip out"


"Because we need to change and you can't be here." Tanya said, backing her up.

"I don't care about your laaAADddy parts" Phil dragged out.

"But we care about your maAAnn parts so out," Kiara said, walking up to Phil trailing her fingers up and down his torso,"Besides you already dressed."

"Fine" Phil relented, creeped out by the sinister smile dancing on Kiara's lips, as he walks toward door he turns around, "But never do that again"

"Okay," Kiara said as the evil smile faded from her lips. "We'll call you when it's time to do makeup."

"I'm not your mai---"

Not getting the chance to finish as Tanya stomps over and pushes him out the door.

"Phil the money for the pizza delivery is on the kitchen counter," I called out.

If he's going to be down there might as well pay the pizza guy while he's at it.

"You got it, Sam," winking as he went downstairs, Tanya quickly shutting the door behind him.

As soon as the door was closed everyone started taking off their clothes. Kiara pulled out a short red dress with sleeves that had a low neckline cut out and cutouts by the stomach and thighs. She's right her mom would have killed her for looking at a dress like that. Ami was already dressed sitting down on the floor, her jet black hair cascading down like a curtain as her face was illuminated by the phone screen.

I wish I looked like Ami, she's so petite, I could only dream of looking that pretty, especially when compared to all my friends, I feel like the ugly duckling. To tell truth I'd give anything to look like any of my 'girl' friends.

"So what was that about?" Ami looking up from her phone, wiggling her eyebrows.

Squishing my eyebrows, "What?"

"Yeah Sam, I mean the only one he lets call him 'Phil' is you. " Tanya adds in joining Ami in the eyebrow wiggling.

The heat rushes to my face highlighting the warm undertones of my brown skin as I bit my lip.

Phil liking me? But...he's...

Kiara noticing my nerves adds in, "Anything you need to tell us, Sammy?"

"Its... its nothing we're just friends, besides I like...." I trailed off, stepping into my body suit. Everyone else was already dressed they were just waiting for me.

"You can't end a sentence like that and not fess up." Kiara spat.

Ding-Dong. Ding-Dong


What are your impressions on Sam's friends? What about Sam's depression? Please let me know in the comments.

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