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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6. Chapter Six

Amy

"Amy! Someone wants to speak to you on the phone!" I heard as I slowly picked my head up off Mark's bed. Squinting my eyes I yelled back, "Tell them I'm not here!"

"Are you sure?" Ms. Won's voice became closer as she walked down the hall toward me. 

Peeking in from the door I saw Ms. Won's youthful face as she whispered, "It's one of the guests from the party. She says she saw something weird that night," cupping her hand over the receiver on the phone. 

I whispered back, "Weird," squinting my eyebrows.

 It's been over a month and the only calls I've got since then were I'm sorry for your loss or your mother died a hero. Why would it take so long for them to decide to call after the investigation was closed?

Getting up from the bed, I was dressed in an oversized t-shirt that hung to my knees with a scarf wrapped around my head. My eyes must be bloodshot with dark bags under my eyes as I saw the look Ms. Won gave me when she saw me. As I approached her she gently rubbed my back and gave me the phone. 

"Hello," I croaked out, not used to using my voice so early---or late?"

 "Amy don't hang up,"---- Heather? She was never nice to me in school. She better not be calling to gloat.

"What is it?" I snap. It's too early in the morning or afternoon? To be this peeved off. 

"The night of your graduation I saw some weird behavior going on with Charles." She replied.

"You saw weird behavior going on with my driver, Charles that creeps me out and wasn't even invited to the party, and you thought about a month later was the appropriate time to tell me about this?"

"Well... I wasn't really sure what I saw that night. No one was. All everyone remembers is being knocked to the ground and the smell of fire. You do not want to know how long it took me to fix----." Was her breathing increasing? As her voice sped up, "Heather what's going on?"

"Let's just say that I'm certain what I saw wasn't a dream anymore----" her voice cut off. I heard the sound of footsteps getting louder. Was she running? She never ran. Not even in gym class. "Amy, I never liked you and I'm sure you never liked me but, Charles put something in your drink that night."

"Charles was never there. He wasn't even invited, also I would have noticed him when I was greeting the guests."

"Amy focus! I don't know how but he just appeared and I saw him tap one of your caterers when he came downstairs and when they turned around he slipped something into the drink. Then he disappeared." Her voice was getting quicker, there was clattering in the background. Was something going on at her house? Who was with her?

"Heather, people don't just appear or disappear into thin air." 

"Well he did Amy and I don't know but, I think something's going to happen to you. I do remember you acting strangely before the fire happened. Really nervous and stuff. Maybe that's the effect of the drug?"

"Who would want to hurt me? Except of course you."

"Amy listen-------", a high pitched scream came through the phone, the sound reverberating through my eardrums. Dropping the phone I hastily picked it up, "Okay it's not funny anymore Heather. Please stop."

All I heard was silence as a deep husky voice sounded through the phone, "Hello Amy."

"Who are you? What did you do to Heather? How do you know my name?" I walked over to Mark's desk and took my phone off the charger. Handing my phone over to Mrs. Won, I mouthed out call 911.

"That's not important. We'll meet soon," as the dial tone voice echoed in my head "Your call has been disconnected".

"Amy are you okay?" Ms. Won said as she pulled me closer to her. She just finished getting off the phone with the police. "Why happened to Heather?"

I nodded my head yes,  "Something bad."

Squishing her eyebrows, "What?"

Staring up into her black eyes I said, "I'm not sure. But he won't get away with it."

Separating myself from Mark's mom, if someone really did drug me that night it would explain why I hardly remember anything. Glancing at the letter sitting on the nightstand I grabbed it.

Before rushing past Ms. Won, I told her, "Thank you Ms. Won for taking care of me." Then I searched her house to find Mark, Ethan, and Sarah.

I found Sarah playing with Bratz dolls in the living room. She looks so happy, so different from the first time I saw her.

"Hey, Sarah?" Petting her head, running my fingers through her soft curly twin tails. Putting down her dolls she stands up reaching her hands to the sky; jumping up and down. Her pink dress billowing after her.

Smiling, I scoop her up.

/* She has no idea of the danger we're in. If he got to Heather, what's stopping him from getting to us?*/ 

"Sweetie,  I think I'm going to read the letter mom left. "  

"You didn't want to before?" Squeezing her legs tighter around my waist.

"Yeah, " I smile sadly, holding her close to me, the warmth of her body comforting me. "Well, I'm reading it now." Looking into her dark brown eyes, "Will you help me find Ethan? I'll find Mark. When we find  them come here----okay?"

"Okay," she said squirming to be placed down. My smile raced towards my eyes, as I held her above me and spun around. Her laughter filling the room. As soon as her feet touched the ground she raced towards Ethan's room.

"MARK!!!" I yelled as I knocked and peeked through random doors in his house.

"Yes, Amy?" Smirking, he continued, "You know the whole neighborhood can hear you---right?What is it?"

"Something bad happened to Heather."

"What happened-----why do you care?" Furrowing his eyebrows, "You and Heather never liked each other anyway."

"True, but she said something weird about that day and I think I'm in trouble, Mark."

Pulling me into his arms, "Weird like how? Amy, there's literally no one who'd want to hurt you."

"Weird like I was drugged by Charles." Pulling away from him, "If only that could be true."

"Okay, that is pretty weird. But why do you think you're in danger?"

"Well, I believe her. I also believe there was another voice on the line that was definitely not Heather nor  her family."

"Who?"

" I don't know he wouldn't say but he knew my name. I had your mom call the police. Mark, I gotta leave." Biting my lip. and clenching and unclenching my hands. Feeling the envelope rustle as I did.

"No, you don't we can hire more security."

"I think she's in trouble and I'm next. Maybe the letter my mom left has an answer? Any answer? At least something on my sisters?"

"Maybe? Are you sure you're ready to read it?" Mark said as he looked me straight in the eye, glancing downward toward the letter clutched in my hand.

"Yeah, I'm ready now."

Taking Mark's hand I dragged him toward the living room where Sarah and Ethan were waiting.

Meeting each of their eyes I begin to open the letter and read it out loud.

"Amy,

It feels weird to be writing a letter for you for when your older when you're sleeping right beside me. Your hair chopped short because you want to explore your natural curls. How I wish I had the courage to tell you the things I'm writing in this letter now. Maybe this wouldn't be as hard to write. I want to tell you that you have sisters. That I gave them up when you were born and it is because I gave them up that I had to keep you. The feeling of them being taken away from me and given into their new parents' arms was almost too much to bare. Especially for it to happen twice in one day.

I know you know the story of how my parents had all these hopes for me. What you don't know is that they encouraged me to succeed until I graduated from High School at 16 and went on to college. How disappointed they were of me when they found out I got pregnant at 20 when I was so close to completing my dual degrees in Software Development and Business Administration. They saw all the sacrifices I made to graduate with those two majors wasted. Countless times they told me to have an abortion while I can and finish up my degrees. 'How was I supposed to take care of kids when I didn't have a job?' I wanted to listen to them and I almost did. I went to an abortion clinic and the moment I heard your tiny little heartbeats and saw how you guys were progressing I couldn't bring myself to have an abortion. How my parents screamed and yelled at me. They gave me an ultimatum either I had the abortion or I never talk to them again. I choose you guys, and if I had the choice I would do it all over again, but they were right. There was no way I could take care of kids and try to finish my education. I had no job, no money, no place to live, let's not even talk about health insurance. Your father was long gone leaving me to try to raise you guys on my own. Putting Sam and Jenna up for adoption at that time seemed like the best option to give them the best opportunity in life.

When I put up Jenna and Sam the ultrasound only showed two tiny hearts beating. I didn't know that you were hiding among them. It wasn't until later after I had finished the adoption process and decided who would be the parents of my soon to be born kids that the doctors detected you in the ultrasound. Apparently, there were too many arms and legs for there to be two of you, By then I had fallen in love with all three of you and it was already killing me to put up your sisters for adoption that I couldn't bare to do the same to you.

I raised you while trying to jump-start a business. Several of which failed, but I had a dream, a vision that I was determined to show to the world. It was only through perseverance that I was able to found a company like Vincere. Especially with Ms. Won's inventions to help spur our sales I was able after many years of watching my friends look after you while they taught classes in ballet and gymnastics. As you would join in and try to do the moves they were doing. How they soon took you into the classes and gave you lessons despite me not being able to afford it then. All these years and I could finally start to spoil you. As a child, you never asked for much, but I want to give you the one thing you would never have thought to ask for your sisters.

I gave your sisters a letter detailing my email address and a name of an old friend of mine, Bracha Kleiner. I would really like for you to meet Bracha someday, she really helped me when I was figuring out things about myself. God forbid, anything happens to me, but if something does happen to me try to contact Bracha. She will help and guide you when your change happens. Like she did for me! Some things you need to know about your sisters is Jenna(Jennifer) Miller went up to a small town upstate and Sam(Samantha) King lives with her parents in NYC. I hope one day if something happens to me that you will be able to find them with their names, it shouldn't be so hard considering your looking for someone who looks exactly like you. When I placed them up for adoption I gave their parents a letter to give to them when they turn 18. In the letter, I told them that our family is special. What they don't know is that you guys will be going through a change. I will explain this later. If I wrote it down, I wouldn't want that information to get into the wrong hands. As it is I shouldn't have written the word 'change'. Your grandparents won't help you. Don't talk to them sweetie they will just hurt your feelings and I didn't spend my life keeping you away from them for you to seek their help. Find Bracha your 'change' and your sisters 'change' may be exceptionally difficult to adjust to. Our family was always blessed with more 'changes' than most. Although I was only blessed with one 'change' myself that doesn't rule out the possibility of you ending up having your grandparents 'changes'. They were blessed with the most 'changes' in our family.

Love,

Ayokunumi Sanders"

As I finished reading the letter, Sarah was the first to speak up, "What does she mean 'changes'?" She said scrunching up her brown nose.

"I don't know Sarah but we're going to find out. Pack your stuff," turning around "You too Ethan. I'll be coming around to help y---."

"Where are we going?" Ethy interrupted.

"We are going to find Bracha so she can explain mom's letter," I replied picking up his tiny fingers and swaying them side to side.

"Now go and pack up whatever you think is important---- Okay?"

Watching them leave the room. I faced Mark.

"What are you doing Amy?" Mark interrupts.

"Mark I am tired of rolling around in my own self-misery. This letter gave me more questions than answers. And the only person who has them is Bracha Kleiner. If my sisters were also told about her chances are they are going to find her too. Even Heather called to warn me and who knows what happened to her."

"Then let me come with you."

"No, Mark you're going to college in a month. Right now college is the last place on my mind. I already canceled my registration for college after my mom died. I have no idea how long it will even take me to track Bracha down."

"At least talk to my mom about this. You know she wouldn't feel safe with you going out there alone." Not budging, Mark crossed his arms and stared me down. He knows I can't win staring contests against him.

Relinquishing, I sagged my shoulders and replied, "Fine."

Smirking he grabbed my hand and we searched for Ms.Won. Opening doors in every hallway until we finally found her in her office. She really is a tiny woman, fairy-like and petite. Unlike Mark who towers over me. She must be working on her newest invention she won't tell anyone what it is. She wants it to be a surprise.

Letting go of Mark's hand I ran to her first. Wrapping my arms around her midsection as I clung to her back. My eyes peeked just past her head. Smiling I breathe in the scent of her shampoo, tropical paradise. Giving her one last squeeze as her laughter tickles my ears. I turn my head around and stick my tongue out at Mark. He shakes his head, giving me a stern look as he gently places his fingers against my waist and tugs me off Ms. Won.

"Okay, Amy that's enough. Stop stealing my family members."

"But, she's mine," I look up at Mark, pleading him with my eyes. Smirking I added besides, "Mark, how about you be amazing enough to not be easily replaced."

Placing a hand on his chest, Mark pulls an exaggerated 'I'm hurt' expression. Ignoring him, I took Ms. Won's hand in mine.

"Ms. Won I just want to say, you've been amazing to me---"

"Amy you said that this morning." 

"Ms. Won I'm trying to give an emotional speech here."

"Okay," she said smiling. "I won't interrupt." 

"As I was saying. You've been wonderful to me this past month, but I have to go."

Squishing her eyebrows, she pulled me closer "Why? You don't have to leave. We have plenty of room for you and your family----"

"See! I told you, Amy." Mark interrupted. Bringing my eyes to his, I glared at him until it appeared he wouldn't interrupt any more. I watched as he backed away across the room.

"That's just it Ms.Won. It's not about not feeling welcomed. You treated me and my siblings just like family and I couldn't ask for more. It's just that I read my mom's letter----"

"You read the letter? Can I see it?"

Ms.Won looked me in the eyes waiting patiently. Giving her the letter I tucked into my back pocket. I unfolded evening out the creases.

"Yeah, this is a weird letter. You know the names of your sisters but not their addresses. She says ask this person for help but, not one mention of how. I guess that was the part she was going to tell you? But that's not even the weirdest part."

"I know. She keeps mentioning 'changes' and refuses to explain what it is and claims that she shouldn't even be mentioning that?"

"It's really weird and my gut is telling me this is dangerous Amy."

I quickly glance my eyes over to where Mark was taunting me from across the room. He's safe for now.

"Mark, you can't dance!" I called out.

"I can if I believe in myself!" Mark replied.

"Tell that to your World Dance ranking!"  I said.

"Amy, that's just cold," Mark said as I began,"It's also true---," Ms.Won interrupted, "Amy, I agree that you need to do this, but this is dangerous."

/*Just because it's dangerous doesn't mean I'm not going. It's not like I can leave Sarah and Ethan behind either. They have just as much of a right to the truth as I do.*/

Releasing the breath I didn't realize I was holding. She agrees with me. I start to hug her again, but she places her palm out to stop me.

  "However... I have a feeling what 'changes' means here and I want Mark to go with you."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mark dancing like a fool behind me and I shook my head, "What does it mean? And no offense Ms. Won I think I can defend myself more than Mark can."

"Hey!" Mark said indignantly, "I can protect y---"

"Amy, I know you can protect yourself. I've seen you in your boxing classes." Ms. Won interrupted, "It's just Mark is going through some 'changes' too. I want him to come along and sees if this gives us the answer we've been looking for."

"What is this 'change'? And why are you avoiding telling me what it is?"

"Amy, I can't explain it and if I did I don't think you'd believe me. Just let Mark go with you. Wherever you're going it's going to be nice to have a friend with you---no? " Raising her eyebrows.

"Yeah," I reply slightly disappointed. She's normally very straightforward with me. It's one of the things I like about her the most.

"Okay, it's settled then. I'll contact Mark's college and inform them he will not be enrolling this year." Like a woman on a mission, she started listing off all the tasks she needed to do before we could leave. Walking out of the office she set out on her mission.

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey, travel buddy." Mark drawled out.

"Mark, think about this, how are you going to explain why you took a year off? Colleges look at that sort of thing. You can't just say you were being Sherlock Holmes, I don't think that's going to work."

"What about you? You never even mention 'dropping' out of college."

"Mark at the time it wasn't important to me. It was the least of my concerns! My mother died, leaving me the sole inheritor of everything. I still have to work out the situation with the company----"

"So if it's not important to you. You won't mention it?"

The look Mark gave me would make a lion run away scared.

Mark continued, "Well Amy, what you thought wouldn't be important was important to me. We asked you if you wanted to see a therapist. Said there's no shame in seeing one, but no you didn't want to. Instead, you set up warning flags like a computer malfunction. Made your will at eighteen. Now you're 'dropping' out of college before even starting. You know your board would never approve of you as head of the company at this rate."

Dangit. He makes me so mad sometimes.

/* Just take a deep breathe in and out before you get sucked into his anger. */

In.

"Mark I never said I wasn't going to college. "

Out.

In.

"The will was because realized unexpected things happen and that tomorrow is never guaranteed."

Out.

In.

"So, me choosing to do something about what happened. Is very different from you needing to tagalong."

Out.

/* There, that's better. */

"Amy, did you just make a girls scout cookie reference?" Barely containing his smile.

"So what? I like tagalongs."

Raising one eyebrow defiantly at me, "I prefer thin mints."

"Monster."

Rolling his eyes,"Whatever Amy, you're right. I shouldn't have gotten mad like that. That was, that was wrong."

"It's okay Mark. You made a mistake tagalongs are better," pulling him closer into a hug. 

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What do you guys think Heather? Who is this mysterious man? Please let me know in the comments.

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