I Imagined

Chapter 8

~~~~~~~~"Amara!' A voice yelled from inside the house. Amara flinched as she continued to shut the door silently, even though she had already been caught. After kicking off her shoes she wandered into the kitchen to face her mom, except, sitting directly across from her at the counter was Tristian. "Amara, why weren't you in bed? Or the house for that matter?" Amara made her way into the kitchen and eventually to Tristian's side, as he wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Delylah needed my help," Amara said vaguely. "With homework."

"Your car was in the driveway when I got here."

"I walked," Amara said, almost in a question which would break this lie. Her mom tilted her head at her as if saying "really?"

"So I met your friend Tristian here, who seems to me like more than a friend." Tristian dropped his arm, becoming embarrassed, not believing what Amara had said about her parents earlier. Amara had caught a quick glimpse of the clock when she was diverting her eyes, the clock read five-thirty. Amara had left the house around four-thirty, which meant Tristian came over at five and so did her mom. They had been talking for thirty minutes.

"I need to lay down." Amara said suddenly as she had started to feel dizzy. Her grip on the counter tightened as she turned around quickly. Apparently too quick because her sight became blurry and she fell to the ground, passing out.

              "Amara." A voice said in the distance. Amara had started to open her eyes, blinking hesitantly at the blurriness in her sight. She started to shift on the ground, even though she couldn't see. "Hey," the voice said again. Amara realized the voice speaking to her was Tristian's. She felt as he grabbed her right arm, steading her on her elbows.

"I'm calling an ambulance," her mom said frantically. Amara rubbed her eyes quickly, struggling to sit up.

"No," Amara said beathy, "no, no I'm fine." Amara had started to stand but Tristian pushed her back down, Amara didn't fight.

"Amara you passed out for ten minutes, I didn't know you were this sick." Amara tried to stand again and Tristian helped aid her to a chair at the table. She put a hand to the side of her head and rested it there, sighing heavily.

"I don't know, I'm just-" Amara stopped herself, she had just told Delylah what was going on and she knew her mom would not support her like Delylah had. "Do you remember Claire?" Amara suddenly said, changing the subject.

"What, Claire? Amara what are you talking about? Are you on drugs? Have you taken anything today?"

"Mom no, I'm just sick ok, really sick apparently. I'm going back to bed." Amara stood again and Tristian went right to her side, walking her out. Her mom didn't protest.

"Nice meeting you Mrs. Addison," Tristian said as he exited the room. Amara shakingly walked up the stairs, trying to leave Tristian behind, not wanting him involved.

"Tristian you should go." She said to him as she got back into her bed, starting to pull the covers over her legs.

"I'm not leaving Amara, something is up and I need to know what is going on." Amara groaned and flattened her back against the mattress, debating whether to let Tristian in or not.

"It's just-" she started, but shook her head. She sat up again to look Tristian in the eyes while she talked but froze. Standing in the doorway of her room was Claire, or what she thought was Claire. Amara had told Delylah that she thought she was seeing her, but here she was, standing in her doorway. Amara's gaze focused only on her, drowning out Tristian, who was sitting inches away from her sight.