[Amy's POV]
"GET OUT! JUST GET OUT!" I screamed while shoving Sam to the side.
"AMY, CALM DOWN!" Dean grabbed my arm, but I swatted it away. Maddie, backed up against the wall, stared at me with her blue eyes, dark circles under them. I snatched the envelope from her.
"HE WAS ALL THAT I HAD LEFT," I pointed at Maddie, anger surging through me. "HE WAS ALL I HAD LEFT, AND YOU TOOK HIM AWAY FROM ME!"
"I DIDN'T TRY TO!" Maddie snapped. "HE FORCED ME TO!"
"HE IS MY GODDAMNED BROTHER! YOU TOOK AWAY THE ONLY DECENT FAMILY MEMBER I HAD LEFT IN THIS WORLD, AND YOU KILLED HIM!"
"YEAH? WELL, HE WAS A WEREWOLF, AMY! HE DIDN'T WANT TO BE A MONSTER!"
"YOU TOOK HIM AWAY FROM ME!"
The entire room went silent. I was shaking with rage, my hands clenching and unclenching, and my heart pounding so loudly I couldn't hear Dean walk out of the room and slam the door, with the blonde bitch and Sam close behind. Tears threatened to spill, my eyes stinging painfully. I swallowed and held up the envelope, running my fingers along the sloppy cursive on the front.
Amelia.
I turned it over and carefully ripped it open. Inside was a piece of folded up paper, along with a rusty broken locket. I gasped quietly when I recognized it. It was the old locket Aiden gave to me when I was seven. The last time I saw that fangled thing was when Katherine found it and scolded me for owning jewelry. I wondered why it was broken.
I pulled out the paper and unfolded it. Smiling at the messy print scrawled in black ink, I began to read.
Dearest Amelia,
If you're reading this now, it means that I am most certainly dead. Someone who I deeply trust had to have given this to you, but under the circumstances, I have no clue as to who that person would be. Oh, did you like the locket? I remember giving it to you when you were seven. You were sitting and reading like usual, and your face lit up like a Christmas tree when I put it on you. Little did you know that I had stolen that from some brat named Jenny Green, who was in my class at the time. She had called me an unforgivable word, and I decided to take the powerful force of karma into my own hands. Apologies for it being broken; I found it in the rubble of our old house. At least you have it now.
It's kind of weird, writing a note that I know you'll read when I'm dead. I have a lot to say, but at the same time, I don't. I'm dead at this point; what can I say? "Sorry for being dead?" That seems unfitting.
I know you must be extremely upset and are doing all you possibly can not to cry. So, do me a favor, and cry. Just cry. Don't even try and hold it all in, because we all know that will do you no good whatsoever. Although you would hate to admit it, you and Mom are so much alike. You both are like wine bottles, filled with the finest wine, but with corks so tightly jammed in that it's bound to explode at the wrong time from all of the pressure. Please just cry. It's what I would've wanted. It's alright to cry. Even I do sometimes.
I'm sorry I won't get to meet your fiancée. I'm sorry I won't be there and watch you walk down the isle. I'm sorry that I won't get to watch your stomach blow up to the size of a bouncy ball. I'm sorry that I won't get to introduce myself to little Amy (or little Aiden, and we can all admit that a little Aiden would be awesome.) I'm sorry that I won't be able to provide your kids with an uncle. I'm sorry that you and I won't be able to grow old together, side by side, Aiden and Amelia Kingsly against the world (and your husband, who I already hate, even if I'm dead.) I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Despite these flaws in your life after hunting, my death can be beneficial, as incredulous as that sounds.
An incredibly intelligent man - who was also a crazy man that married his cousin - once said "There are only two ways to live your life; One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle." Amy, not only do I want you to cry, but I want you to live your life as if everything happens for a reason. As if there is much more greatness in the world, rather than the darkness that is thrown at you every day. A great book once had stated "At times the world can seem an unfriendly and sinister place, but believe us when we say that there is much more good in it than bad. All you have to do is look hard enough. And what might seem to be a series of unfortunate events may, in fact, be the first steps of a journey."
I love you, little sister. Please keep on fighting.
Aiden
At that point, I had lost it.
My knees buckled. I dropped to the ground and cried. I cried and cried for God knows how long. I cried for Aiden. I cried for Maddie's stupidity. I cried for my shit life. I cried for the cruelty this world has to offer me. I just couldn't stop after a long time. I didn't notice Dean walk in and sit next to me, coaxing me and holding me in his arms. I rested my head on his shoulder, allowing myself for once to be emotional in front of the one person I couldn't bear to express myself in front of. Dean was okay with it, gazing at me with such concern that I couldn't care less anymore. I just cried.
After all, it's what Aiden would've wanted.
