Chapter 3 - Amelia June Warren (2029)

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After a few seconds of what felt like heaven, I come back to reality. I look Conrad in the eyes, and pull away. His face quickly shifted from startled and surprised to scared. And I could see that everyone else had the same exact expression. Surprised that I showed an emotion besides sadness and depression for the first time in 7 years, but now scared about what I'll do next.

I have to admit, even I'm scared. I think the only thing stopping me from doing anything terrible is the music blasting.

I close my eyes, but that moment replays in my head.

What the hell did I just do? I want to believe that it was all just a nightmare. But I open my eyes to reality again.

I couldn't fathom what happened and what I felt, so I run upstairs to my room.

"Amelia, wait!" Jess calls after me. But I don't listen.

I keep running until I get to my room, and I slam the door shut. I fall to the floor and start sobbing. Letting out all the tears that I've been holding in for the past few minutes.

"Amelia!" I hear a group of footsteps, and everyone is knocking on my door.

"Amelia, please open the door." Conrad pleads.

I don't answer anyone, just continue to cry. Cry over the same thing I've been constantly crying about for the past 7 years.

"Amelia, please. Conrad was just trying to make you feel better." Owen tries to reason with me, but that just breaks me more, and I start screaming at them like an angry cavewoman.

"NOTHING WILL MAKE ME FEEL BETTER! I CAN'T BE FIXED! THIS IS WHO I AM, WHAT I AM, HOW I AM, AND HOW I WILL BE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE! GO! LEAVE! ARGH!" I scream at them.

Silence.

The footsteps walk away, and after a few minutes, I can hear Jess' footsteps return.

"Everyone left. Please open the door. I'm worried about you."

"NO!" I scream back.

I don't want to see Jess. I don't want to see her bright white eyes that have never cried a single tear. I don't want to see her wide smile that has never frowned. I don't want to hear her cheery voice. I don't want to see her shiny engagement ring.

I don't want to see her.

I don't want to see anyone.

Anyone who isn't Tucker.

I had forgotten to turn my speaker off from earlier, and it sat on the balcony, still playing.

"What's it gon' take for my head to unhurt and my heart to unbreak?"

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