Here it is guys, the last chapter. It's been awhile since I typed an A/N. Well, I can't believe I made it to this part because of all the writer's block I've had with this story. I don't even know what I want to say now. There will be a sequel in the future, as soon as I finish some of the other stories I started while writing this one. It might be awhile. I have to make you suffer a little bit. :D Well, vote and comment, and keep a look out for the sequel. It will be called "Mist In The Mirror." It shall be written eventually. :D READ ON MY WAYWARD SONS!
Autumn POV
I watch as Riley cries over me. He tries to save me, putting pressure on the stab wound.
I see Casper in the background, staring at my limp body in Riley's arms. He looks crushed. My heart breaks for the two most important people in my life.
"Autumn." A voice says from behind me. I turn around to see my brother, Jamie. I run to him and throw my arms around his neck. Beside us stands my dad. I release Jamie from my hug and stare, confused. They both look at me like they're anticipating something. I don't have to wonder what for long.
A flash of images cross my vision.
You won't know who I am until you know who you are Riley says quietly to Jamie.
Jamie has always been obsessed with church. Like he has some emotional tether to it. To God.
My parents were never married.
"Did you know that Jesus had a sister named Aura who had the same miracle-making-magic as him, of not more? For some reason, Mary and Joseph thought it wouldn't be fair to Jesus, so they kept her 'powers' secret. She wasn't well known."
"This is my husband, Joe." Mary says.
Don't cry for me, I know who I am now.
Jamie, seven years old, crying over a bird that hit our window. It's neck is broken. It's dead. He picks it up, and almost instantly, the bird flies away. I swear it was dead. It's like Jamie healed it or something. He can bring back the dead.
When I come back, I know more than I've ever known before. I look at Jamie, who's smiling proudly at me.
"You're Jesus." I whisper. He nods. I turn to my dad. "That means that you're God."
"Dog spelled backwards is God." He laughs at his pun for his name. I stand, shocked that I didn't figure it out sooner. And now I finally understand things I never have before.
"Do you know who you are?" He asks me. I nod. "Say it."
"I'm Aura."
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Riley POV
I catch Autumn as she falls to the ground. I don't remember running to her. The only image in my head is her face, which is painted in agony, as the knife plunged through her back.
"No,no,no,no,no. Autumn, stay with me." Her eyes wander, trying to find my face.
"I'm sor-" She doesn't finish. Her body goes slack in my arms. My whole heart feels like it's getting ripped from my body. I turn to Casper, who's feeling the same pain, if not more. He was her guardian angel after all.
"Casper, help me." I try to heal her. I push on the stab wound, forcing out as much healing power I have in me. It doesn't work. She's too far gone.
"No, baby, please." I sob into her shoulder.
"She's already gone." Casper speaks my thoughts. After that, I don't cry. My feet move without my telling them to. They lead me to where Jacklyn is hiding. She's not hiding well enough.
Her eyes fill with fear when she sees the anger on my face and her knife in my hand. "Please,don't kill me." She holds out her hands, trying to keep as much distance in between us as possible. I take her hand and pull her towards me.
"I show no mercy." I hiss at her. I let her suffer through the fear for one last second, before plunging the same knife that she stabbed Autumn with into her. Her lifeless body falls to the ground, the knife still in it.
"Riley! Get back in here!" Casper yells from across the lot. I get back just in time to see Autumn convulsing. I move towards her, trying to help but Casper stops me.
"Look." So I do. She's surrounded by a brilliant white light, her stomach arching towards the sky.
It only lasts a few seconds.
When it stops, I move towards her. I gasp quietly. All of her wounds are gone, healed.
"Autumn?" I say quietly. At the sounds of her name, her eyes flash open.
"My name is Aura."
