The Past Is My New Beginning

Chapter Twenty-Two: Interruptions.

I'm sorry that this might be shorter than usual. Just look at it this way... I posted! ;D

Finals this week. Didn't study for any of them, but I haven't failed any so far so I'm not going to be killed by my mother yet. Horray! 

Love you guys! Have fun!

~Soli (WaterUwaiting4) <3

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Recap:

When I was finished telling them how I felt they clapped and group hugged me, squishing me into a werewolf sandwich. “Why did you sound like you weren’t going to make it? Or we weren’t?” Dimitri questioned.

“B-Because… I’m scared.” I admitted.

No one judged me. No one laughed at me.

I took a moment to read the expressions strewn across their faces; I knew.

I wasn’t alone.

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Today is the day. We’re all going to die or…well not. The outcome is still a mystery and none of our watchers have seen any signs of Bane’s pack or any of the rogues. The wait is making me anxious… and a bit queasy. Turns out werewolves spend less time holding their babies because I’m starting to see my tummy already. It’s not huge, but it’s noticeable. I rub my belly and stare out the window of my room, Memy’s room. I came here instead. Turns out it helps bring me peace.

For now, I had time to myself. I went over to Memy’s bed and picked up the white plush toy, Crystal. I played with the key between my fingers wondering if it even unlocked anything at all. I turned it around in my hand millions of times, but nothing came to mind. I let go of it and stared deeply into Crystal’s eyes. Hoping to hear just a shred of hope, I squeezed her and shut my eyes in concentration.

Layla…

 

Finally, it was my mom. A tear dripped down my face onto Crystal’s fur with a smile.

I can sense your worry. Don’t be. As long as you believe in yourself, you can do anything.

 

“What if I mess up the spell? We’ll all be doomed!” I was internally hyperventilating.

Why do you say such things? You will be great. The key… It will help you.

 

“How?” I was begging for the answers.

You must find out on your own my dear child.

 

“Don’t leave me.” More tears began to race down my face.

I know you are scared. I know you are unsure. All I want you to know is that no matter what happens… Your father and I are very proud of calling you our daughter.