An Emotional Connection

Facing the Past

(tw child abuse)

Amity POV

Amity was frozen in horror at the sight of the ghost. This was her parents "Little Miss Perfect" That they put in her, every act of abuse from her parents went into making her. "Amity are you ok?" Luz asked as the Banshee drew closer. 

"Im fine,but thats not a normal Banshee, that is a Memento Memorias, A ghost of memory. They dont follow the normal rules for ghosts and can only be dispelled by accepting the emotions of the memory." Amity said as the Bansee floated infront of them, Ghostmity didnt seem to be malevolent, infact she watched them with curiosity. 

"Amity what are you trying to say."

"Im saying that I need to talk about my past to dispell the ghost. The past made it and the past takes it away. We learned about them in Spectre Studies, that day that you were absent for that.....Slitherbeast egg or something." she said

"Basilisk Rat." Luz said quietly

"Are you sure your up for that?" Luz asked obviously feelig Amitys aprehension to the next conversation.

"Yeah, I just got to talk about my past and all my repressed memories, and...everytime.......my parents...........hit me." she ended off quietly wth a hollow voice. This was already going to be a hard conversation to have. A small part of her mind forged by her mom told her to Conceal and dont feel, to not talk about what happned, to stay as little miss perfect no matter what. Unfotunately for her mother Luz has freed the rest of her mind from her mothers clutches both figuratively and literally.

 She dropped her backpack on the floor and sat down, Luz followed her example shortly after.  Her mouth was dry but that didnt matter, she needed to talk to Luz about what happened. "I guess we could start at the beginning." She said as she cast her mind back to when she was 10 years old.

"It all started when I was ten. I had gotten a below average grade on a quiz and my parents decided to reprimand me." As she spoke Ghostmitys mists showed the truth of her words. Soon standing nect to them was a scale model of ten year old Amity getting yelled at by her parents. As Amity kept describing that evening one of her parents hands came into view and struck the small Amity accross the face.

"After they hit me my mom locked me in my room for the rest of the night with no dinner. of course  was hungry but I conjured some fake food to trick my stomach into not hurting." She said asher stomach grumbled with phantom pangs of hunger from that night.  "Edric and Emira were told I was being punished for dissapointing the family name, it only took this happening three times for them to figure it out. I dont know if they had their own experiances or just peiced together the clues, nethertheless they used illusions to entertain me while I was isolated."

The images shifted to young amity clapping her hands and laughing quietly as little illusion azura and hecate danced around infront of her. The illusions twirled around in syncronization as little illusion monsters would show up for them to vanquish. The image zoomed out to show her brother and sister sitting in the room next to her and making symbols with their fingers.

"w-what about your scars?" Luz asked timidly as she looked at the images Ghostmity was making. 

"Well the hitting and isolation must not have been enough because a year later when i got a bad grade....well my dad was drunk......and...." Her voice grew quiet as she trailed off. Both girls turned to look at Ghostmity as she was making a new scene. Young Amity was standing nervously as her dad sat in a  chair and looked at one of her papers. He grunted dissaprovingly and Yound Amity flinched as she expected to be slapped. Instead her dad took the bottle of appleblood and smashed it into her right arm. Amitys scars on her right side flared in pain but she barely felt it, she barely felt anything anymore. The more she opened up, the more she talked about what happened, the more of a ghost she felt. She felt like oncethis was over she would just dissapear forever.