Too Powerful? [COMPLETED!]

15- Memories of Past

Special holler: Hello everyone!!! this is the first time i'm doing this writer's holler thingy, heh. ANSWAY. i'm so sorry i haven't been posting stories up, my A-levels finals are coming up, very very soon, so i've been busy play-*cough* studying. yes.

So, this will highly most probably definitely be the only update to my story for the next two months, at least. my exams are in may/ june ((wish me luck)), then, i promise promise promise i'll update more, waaayy more frequently than i have been doing =))

Ooh, and i dedicate this story to SARcollard, for actually taking the trouble to check on my story and ask me when my next chapter will be out ;)) i'm seriously touched, really. i just never thought of my stories being that... erm... worthy of checking up on? hee, so thank you! anyway, end of ramble, till next time! kisses!

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Scott:

Alex took a deep breath, closing her eyes, her expression pained. It killed me to see her that way; even under the dim lights, I could see the emotions fleeting across her face, one after another. Despite my tone earlier, I began to wonder if I should wait for tomorrow. After all, wasn't it unfair to her for me to be springing up something she was clearly terrified about, the moment she woke up?

No, Scott. She has to face this. No matter how much it hurts. She has to, its time. She'll feel much better, and at least you know what to help her with.

I tried to pacify my thoughts.

For a long time, Alex sat there on her bed like a stone, unmoving, except for her changing facial expressions. I waited patiently, holding on to her hand. Memorizing her every expression, analyzing her every frown, her every emotion.

Finally, Alex opened her eyes. Her eyes, although naturally dark, seemed to me to be a shade of the darkest black I have ever seen, as she stared at a spot on my shirt. Her hands were ice cold, and her lips were shaking, although I could tell that she was trying very hard to stay calm.

"I was born, and grew up in Baltimore, Maryland... Ever since I was little, I've always had what I wanted. My entire family's rich; they're all in the stock market business. Nothing bad ever happened to me, or so I had thought, for many, many years. The only... sad... memory I have is of my little sibling, who was a stillborn... But I can't remember much of that..." Alex frowned. "...The only thing I know was that one day, my mother just stopped being... big. She and papa were sad, I think, but... I don't know... I mean, life went back to normal soon after. Or at least it seemed to me. I was only about 5 at that time, so time meant little to me..."

She glanced fleetingly at me, then focused again on the spot on my shirt.

"Papa was rarely ever home, but he always tried to make it up to me, in his own way, I suppose. Sometimes, I would awake to a brand new doll on my bed. On days when he was feeling playful, he'd leave me a set of clues, leading towards a new gift he'd just bought me; I remember finding beautiful dresses in cupboards, Tiffany jewelleries in drawers... He even left a pair of earrings tied up to my puppy once..."

Alex smiled at this memory, her eyes wistful.

"...and with every present, he'd attach a note. Always ending with an "I love you, my sweet princess." That's what he always called me. His sweet princess..."

She took a deep breath, steadying herself. When she looked at me again, her eyes were wet; she was crying.

"I... Did you know that Sarah means princess???" She blurted out suddenly. "My papa chose my middle name. My parents had already agreed on the name Alexandria way before I was born, but when the papers came... my papa added a second name... When I was growing up, he told me that he had acted on impulse. He used to tell me about what happened the day I was born, of how panicky he was... and... I used to ask him to tell me that story every time he was around at home... and..."