Seeing Eye

Chapter 3

Chapter 3 (Emily)

"Hi, I'm Amy." She said with a smile as she held out her hand for me to shake.

Amy was the chief, the girl that was forced to cook for Bri, Nick, and Jeff. She listened to everything that she was told, because she knew that if she did not listen to them they would call Alex, and Alex you did not want to really get involved with. Amy was a young twenty-four year old Hispanic with jet black hair and brown eyes. She looked to be about five foot three inches, and had the great woman's figure. Her death was never known, and I was not sure if she even had a death for that matter. Nothing really seemed wrong with her, she was not missing any body parts, and nothing was broken, and I just could not read her as well as I hoped, but still I shook her hand and told her my name, "Hi, I'm Emily," I said, and that was when the weirdness started. We ended up just staring at each other for what seemed like hours.

But it was not hours because five minutes later Amy broke the silence and said something that sounded more like a whisper then anything else. "Carp, this can not be good," She said then quickly turned to look at Bri and the boys to make sure they had not heard her speak those words.

They had not though so she did not have to worry. All three of them were pigging into one of the chickens on the table.

"What do you mean?" I asked her keeping my eyes on the three kids at the table, my voice as low as her's was.

"You will find out in time," She said, "Now, go eat before the others come in."

"Others?" I asked wide eyed. "There are others?"

"Yea," She said. "About nine others plus you four," And just as she said that more kids piled into the room and took a seat at the table.

Nine kids sat at the table, nine kids with different deaths, and nine kids that looked like death.

Some of the deaths I could read, it was like I was the one dying and not them. Two of the nine were murdered, like Bri but they still had their body's. Those two were the twin girls. You could figure them out the quickest, because they sat next to each other and did everything together like they were one person not two different people. These two girls had bright red hair and brown eyes. They looked to be about nine or ten years old, and were at the time wearing the same type of skirts but different colors. The girl on the left who was closest to Bri had on a pink shirt with a small 'S' on the left top part of her sleeve and her skirt was also pink. Her skirt only went to her knee's so it was not to long nor was it to short it was just the right size for a girl her age.

Her twin sister on the right who sat next to a young boy had on a blue shirt with a small 'J' on the left top part of her sleeve. Her skirt was the same shade of blue as her shirt. Like her sister her skirt also went to her knees though the only difference between her clothing and her sisters was that on the young girls skirt, the one who had a 'J' on her sleeve, her skirt had a small word on the bottom. It looked to be as if it said "Jasmine" but I was not totally sure if that is what it had said. For some reason it made me think that Jasmine might have been her name.

The next person I could figure out was the young boy next to the twin with the word Jasmine on her skirt. He was flirting with the young girl to his right. He had black hair and tanned skin with nice big brown eyes, while the young girl had blond short hair and really pale skin with blue eyes.

The young man died in the early 1300's in Europe. He had died during the black death. His name was Jacob, and he never lived to be twenty-three. The young girl he was flirting with was fifteen and she had been starved and forced to work in World War II. Her death was caused because she had helped some of the Jewish kids to freedom. It was a slow and painful death but she did what she could to save the kids. Even when she was forced into the concentration camps she had given her food to the young children around her just to make sure that they would not always go to bed hungry. She also would fight for these kids. When one was being pushed around for the food she had carried by a bigger women the young girl had punched the women in the face and told her to leave the young girl alone. The women never bothered the little girl again not as long as the fifteen year old girl was around her.