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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7. Chapter Seven

Sam

*A few weeks earlier*

Hearing the sound of hushed whispers combined with the smell of pancakes in the air. Sending my taste buds roaring. Opening my eyes slowly, the sun nearly blinding me. Making out the familiar faces of my parents standing by my bed with their arms behind their back.

My mother, her round face decorated with happiness as her brown eyes light up. Standing next to her was my Father, appearing tall and elegant to the world. When in reality, he was silly, always making mom and I laugh until our tongues fall out. Treating me like a spoiled princess.

At least when they were home.

The sun was shining down making their dark brown skin that's just a few shades darker than mine turned a few shades lighter as the sun reflected off their faces, making Mom's blue nursing slacks and Dad's white lab coat seem even brighter.

I thought they requested today off? They promised ...

"Happy eighteenth birthday Sam!" My parents chorused together.

It seems like yesterday I graduated.

"Thanks." I muttered, "Mhhhhhm, is that pancakes I smell?"

"I guess our cover is blown now." Mother said as she nudged Father as he presented me with a tray packed with white chocolate chip pancakes covered in whipped cream with a lit candle sticking out in the middle.

I guess this is their way of making it up to me. I already know what they're going to tell me. I'm sorry we got called into work. We can celebrate your birthday another day. It happens all the time but it still hurts.

The aroma was wafting through my nose driving me crazy. I could practically feel the first bite melting in my mouth. The sweetness practically guaranteed to give me diabetes.

At least they remembered my favorite breakfast food. I thought they forgot given how much time they actually spend with me these days... years.

"Mom?" I said blinking away the sleep that still clung to my eyes. Drowsiness tempting me back into a peaceful slumber.

"And Dad. I'm here too you know?"

"Sorry, Dad," I said smiling. Stifling a yawn.

Might as well enjoy this while it lasts. Lord, knows the next time I'll see them again. Between their mix of night and day shifts. If I see them at all it's normally before they leave or as they come in. After that, they're sleeping their work day off. Plus the fact they always have to stay longer than their shift with the hospital being especially busy in the city...

Just a few minutes a day is what I get when they're not busy. Ever since I entered high school they have been so preoccupied with saving up for college to remember I haven't left yet. Maybe when I do leave this August they will feel an absence in this apartment. Where the only thing lively about it was me... I wonder...

Putting a fake smile on my face I said, "Oh my goodness. That looks so good right now. Dad, did you make it?"

"Hey, I can cook too! " Mom popped in.

"Yeah, you can it's just that Dad makes the best pancakes. Hands down."

I wonder if they notice I've been faking a smile since I've been fourteen.

"Why thank you princess-----" "-----In that case why doesn't your Dad cook everything for you from now on."

"Mom you don't mean that," I said hugging her close to me, almost knocking over the pancakes.

Breathing in the comforting lilac fragrance that always seemed to follow her. Wrapping me up and keeping me safe like I was in her embrace.

"Hey before these pancakes end up on the floor, how about you make a wish and blow out the candle." Running his fingers through my hair. "Princess."

Are they not even going to give the speech they normally do? They promised that we'd hang out before I left with my friends. Soon I'm gonna be gone for months. Don't they care? Don't they want to hang out with me?

Or is their point me leaving?

"Okay!" Closing my eyes, leaning closer to the pancakes. I made a wish from the bottom of my heart. Feeling the heat wafting off brushing against my face as it dissipated into the air. The sweet aroma sending tingles of anticipation through my body. I wished for my parents to spend time with me. Any time it just has to be more time. Even a minute more each day. I ... I missed them. If not that siblings to share this with. So I won't be alone anymore. Siblings my age or around my age. I know that will be impossible but at least if they had a new child I'll see them more. Even if the attention wouldn't be on me... It gets lonely being an only child, especially when they are always working.

"Sweetie what did you wish for?" Mother said interrupting my reverie.

A pang of guilt weighs inside me like an anvil resting on my stomach. I know my parents are working so hard because of me. That they just want what's best for me... or what they think is best for me. Sadly for them, I don't want to go to medical school. I don't want to become a doctor or a nurse or anything in the medical field.

I know my parents can't have any more children, they're getting too old. It was a miracle they even had me. Besides they don't have any time to raise more kids right now. They barely have time for me. Between Mom being an Anesthesiologist and Dad a Pediatrician in NYC. Raising a newborn isn't happening.

I know all of this but they never ask me for my input. I don't want to be a doctor or a nurse. I don't want to be constrained. I want to be anything I want but it seems like they are putting me in a box and aren't giving me a choice. I want to escape this box. This prison they built for me out of self-expectations.

After a long pause of make believing, I was thinking of telling them as my eyes coasted across the room. I finally said, "Not saying. If I tell you it won't come true."

I know what they want to hear. That I wished I was a doctor so I could help save lives like they do. The things I used to say when I was young but it seems my parents forgot people's minds can change along with their interests. I have so many things that I want to do but none of them my parents would approve.

"Okay, Princess sorry we have to go to work again but we'll be back before you leave for the movies with your friends."

There's their speech again. The same message in different words: I don't have enough time for you because I'm doing things for you. You may not understand now but you will when you're older. Forgetting that the sacrifices they're taking now are hurting me and will keep hurting in the future. The scars don't disappear but they keep being reopened.

"We have something to give you." Dad continues his eyes quickly darting towards Mom.

What are they hiding?

"Is it a preeeseeent?" I ask knowingly, raising my eyebrows up and down.

Playing the game that I'm fine. When I actually mean I'm broken. I'm getting so good at acting happy that I should pursue it.

"Maaaaybeee." Dad kept exchanging glances with Mom while she tried to subtly respond back using facial expressions.

Why aren't they saying anything? Why does Mom look upset? Why is Mom so bad at being subtle? Maybe she should take an acting class from me. They never notice I've been acting for the last four years.

Putting on a worried expression on my face Dad responds with a smile. I suppose that's supposed to reassure me?

Taking a deep breath and relaxing my tense shoulders. He continues, "It's nothing Princess. We left some money on the counter for movies and dinner."

"Okay."

"How long do you think you'll be out today?" Mother asked.

"Uhmm, I'm not sure pretty late, I guess? The movie starts pretty late and we might go window shopping or hang out in the meantime."

I hate lying but they'd kill me if they knew where I was going tonight.

At least I think they would. It's not like they're home enough or awake most of the time to know what I'm doing. I can come home reeking of alcohol while they are either not home or fast asleep. I have never once experienced any of my parents waiting up for me because they weren't able to sleep because they were worried.

"Okay, then. Be careful and call me if you need anything."

She slowly patted my head. Giving me an illusion of warmth. For just a moment she felt like a mother. My mother.

"Okay. Have a good day at work."

"We'll try." Smiling she leaned forward. Giving me a peck on the cheek as she left she said, "Enjoy your breakfast."

And then it was broken.

"I will."

I doubt she can hear me.

Looking over at Dad I gave him one last smile.

"I guess that's my cue to leave." He said getting up kissing my other check.

"I hope you dominate today. I mean that's what my Princess deserves."

"I'm sure I will."

Please leave. It's what you're all good at anyway. I'm tired of putting on this fake smile... I'm tired of pretending.

 

Watching him walk out the door of my 'eccentric' as they called it bedroom.

The pale yellow paint covered in layers of cutouts of runway models from magazines and my sketches. As my 'posters' slightly flutter by as the door is shut firmly behind.

Standing up quickly. Pushing the tray of pancakes to the side. Regret settling deep in my heart. I won't see them in a while but I want to hear the words I haven't in a while. Sure they show it with their actions but lately not at all with their words.

Crossing the threshold of my medium size room in an instant. I flung the door open walking down our short hallway to the stairs. The sound of doors opening and closing echoed after them as I watched them leave.

"I love you!" I called out a desperate plea that I hope was heard and returned. Their response I imagined drowned out by the sounds of the city. Dosing the fear left inside me that it simply wasn't returned.

Slumping my shoulders I guess it's just me for now. In our empty two bedroom apartment in the city. Maybe I should text Kiara or Philip? They always know how to bring a smile on my face when I'm in a slump. Or should I 'Stalk' KK's blog? I love their fashion and constantly save up to buy KK's clothing whenever I can. Perhaps that's the present my dad was referring to? Or I could eat their 'peace' offering.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Who's texting me?

Walking upstairs back to my room. I grab my phone from my nightstand.

Kiara: Happy birthday! 🎂

Kiara: U rdy 4 2nite?

Sam: Thanks 😁, yeah I'm dying 2 go! 💃

Kiara: Yeah! Can't wait 2 get my party on 🤪

Sam: The club's gonna be on 🔥 2nite

Kiara: Wait a sec. Do ur parents know?

Sam: No. Of course not they'd have a heart attack!

Kiara: Then we need 2 get our story straight

Kiara: Where do they think u'll be 2nite?

Sam: The movies late night shopping and getting a late dinner/snack

Sam: Not that they'll be home to ask

Kiara: What happened?

Sam: Same old promising me they'll b here at a certain time

Kiara: Basically their not going to be home today?

Sam: Yep.

Sam: But what can i do?

Kiara: True. But hey let's make this bday special! Okay? 😁

Sam: Okay. Who's coming 2nite?

Kiara: Well I'm obviously coming. And there's philip, ami, tanya

Kiara: I invited Bethany too but u know that gurl is such a flake

Kiara: Probably blow us off for that little boyfriend of hers

Kiara: Unless they break up again

Sam: Ever since she got that boyfriend she's never around to hang out with us anymore

Kiara: Ikr!

Sam: What r u going to wear 4 2nite?

Kiara: Speaking of clothes can we all change at ur house? My parents will kill me if i walked out in the clothes i'm wearin 2nite

Sam: That hawt?

Sam: Damn giiiiiiirl

Sam: Yeah u can change here

Kiara: Yaaaaaaasssssssss and let's just say it shows a lot more goodies than my momma would like

Sam: What about ur step dad tho?

Kiara: He can look but he cant touch

Sam: Nice. He's a creep anyway

Sam: Well i'm gonna take a bath and exercise. My parents made pancakes

Kiara: PANCAKES?

Kiara: U kno how many calories r in pancakes right?

Kiara: Not to mention the syrup itself

Kiara: Gurl abort! It's not worth it! Stick to a salad or an apple

Sam: I'm gonna do some cardio😁 don't worry i don't want to look fat in my dress 2nite

Kiara: Okay but i warned you

Sam: True. But now that think about it i don't want to risk it

Sam: Like what if i gain weight? Or bloat?

Kiara: Good 👍

Kiara: What time should we come over?

Sam: What time are we leaving?

Kiara: Probably leaving for the club around 10 pm

Sam: My parent said they'll be home at 6

Kiara: U kno that's not gunna happen rite?

Sam: A girl can dream

Sam: Just to be safe come around 7

Sam: By then they would have left me a i'm srry text we'll be out to who knows when

Kiara: Find but i'll have to do my hair b4 i come over

Kiara: No way is my hair gonna be rdy in 2 hours + hair and makeup

Sam: True

Sam: Well see u at 7. Let everyone know

Kiara: Will do 😃👍😎

Putting my phone into my pocket I took in a deep breath.That's better. Even though she's very straightforward she always gets my mind off of my problems.

Glancing at the pancakes. My stomach does one last protest for me to change my mind. To cave into all those... delicious... calories. Frowning, I pictured myself 'bloated' in my clubbing outfit. Slowly I walked over to it. The heavenly aroma torturing me. I imagined each bite melting in my mouth after the next. The melting white chocolate covered in syrup. I picked up the plate, slowing walking to the garbage can downstairs in the kitchen.

Watching the pancake fall into the empty abyss. The loud thud of it hitting the bottom only punctuated by my stomach growling.

Better eat an apple now. Apples are yummy, nice crisp delicious and tons of fiber. Much healthier than that warm, delicious, confection.

Its days like this that makes me which I had a high metabolism or was comfortable enough with my body to love myself 'fat'.

Grabbing an apple I put Youtube on the T.V and searched up advanced Yoga.

I could do this for an hour or so. Warm up for tonight!

Slowly moving through the poses. I take my time to make sure I got each one. I relaxed not attempting to do the ones I wasn't capable of. Going at my own pace. Breathing deeply in and out of all my poses. The sounds of the city cascading through my ears. Like a song that you have to look for but when you find it encases you in its beauty.

Drowning out my sorrows.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzz. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

This has to be Phil, he never wakes up until the afternoon on weekends.

Walking over to the couch I sat down and took out my phone.

Philip: Heeeeeeeeeeeey Gurl! Happy Bday!!! 😃

Sam: Heeeeeeeeeeeey Phil! Thanks!😎

Philip: Are your parents' home yet?

Sam: It's 6 already?!?

Philip: Yeah gurl keep up with the times

Philip: LoL

Sam: No! Their not I guess I'll get my present later

Philip: They didn't give you ur present yet. Booooooo!!!! 😱👎

Sam: Yeah it's okay tho it happens all the time

Philip: Wellll it shouldn't. B4 we leave let's look 4 it?

Philip: How does that sound Sam

Philip: Hmm?

Philip: Sam?

Philip: *wiggles eyebrows suggestively*

Philip: I'll keep doing this until you say yes

Philip: ?

Philip: ?

Philip: ?

Sam: Okay. Phil stop we can search for it

Philip: Okay 😘

Sam: I got a phone call it's probably my parents

Sam: Gtg. see u soon

Philip: Bye. see u later 😘

Sighing I picked up my Mom's call.

"Sorry, Sweetie It's getting busy at the hospital. Your dad and I will be home really late tonight. We'll give you your present later. Have fun with your friends okay?"

"Okay, Mom."

Why does this always happen? Why couldn't they for once put me before their jobs? It happens every time and quite frankly I'm tired of being hurt.

Feeling tears brimming at the surface of my eyes. Falling down like rain as the taste of salt tinges my tongue. Stifling my sobs I run upstairs to my room. My eyes blurring everything around me. Trying for the life of me to stop the tears. Go back to pretending but they still persisted. My feelings erupting like a volcano. Throwing pillows on the floor. Wanting to destroy the image my parents boxed me into.

I can't wait to get drunk tonight. If I'm drunk enough maybe I could do it? Leave? Die?

Slumping to the floor letting my feelings run its course.

I just want to end all of this. Not wake up in the morning taken away in blissful sleep.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Who is it?

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Leave me alone!

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Fine!

Picking up my phone I saw the like fifty messages from everyone.

Opening up the most recent text.

Ami: Hey I don't know why you're not responding but we'll be there in like 15 minutes.

Ami: If it's your parents again remember you have us :)

Smiling I peeled myself off the floor and rearranged the pillows. Stripping every article of clothing off I walked straight down the hall with a towel in hand.

Putting on my shower cap to protect my braids. I jumped into the shower, cooled myself off, took off the shower cap, moisturized, dashed to my room, and changed.

Taking deep breaths. I grabbed my hand mirror from my drawer. The puffiness of my eyes as clear as day with the fluidity that only comes with repeated practice I used eyedrops to help with the redness. Putting my hair up in a bun. Showing the partially shaved head. I grabbed my concealer.

Thank God for concealer. If I didn't have this the world would know just how much of a mess I really am on the inside.

I quickly apply the base foundation.

Glancing at the clock on my wall, only a minute until they-------

-----Ding-dong.

They're here.

The only thought on my mind is soon I'll be drunk and all my feelings will be numb. So I can take their words of concern today until we get to the club. Their feelings of pity seeing how much of a mess I am. I know I'm supposed to be eighteen now but is it wrong to want my parents?

Ding-Dong.

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What do you guys think Sam? Is she what you expected? Please let me know in the comments.

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