Wish This Never Ends

Chapter 1

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Once upon a time, as many stories begin there was a little girl. Only that little girl was me, and that little girl wasn't so little. Hi. I'm Amity. I'm an honor roll student in her second year of high school. I'm not popular, but I'm not unpopular either. I'm in that awkward in between stage, but that's okay because I like it-like that not to much attention and not avoided either. I'm average in every way-five foot five, easygoing, brunette, somewhat rounder face, lightly tanned, my lips are on the bigger side, but my eyes are where everything changes. I have deep set eyes that cause dark bags, thick eyelashes, and lastly my eyes change color on my mood. My closest friends, Austin, Tamara, and Clarity, are the only ones who know what the colors mean. I get weird stares from some when my eyes decide to flip flop and take on unusual colors. Oh well. People are going to judge. That's just how they are. So here is the start of my story.

I was in my bed thrashing against my brother's grasp. I was screaming. I don't know what time it was, and I don't remember why. It was just another night terror. I hadn't had one in over a year now, but it was almost understandable with how stressed I had been recently. My grades had taken a dip. Nothing terrible from other people's viewpoints, but to me all C's and one B was horrendous. I didn't make basketball, cheerleading, poms, or even volleyball. I wanted to scream. My asthma was getting worse, my movements sloppy and uncoordinated. I didn't know what was happening to me. I'm looking in the mirror now, my brother tucked into my bed, tired from the stress I had caused him, my eyes are morphing and changing, shifting, I look so different. An alien. There was a violent aqua texture in my eyes, rippling like waves in a thunderstorm. Angry. Then a grey haze passes over, like fog on Halloween night, rolling through the blues causing battles between the colors. Sad or depressed. I blinked and they're gone. A light brown replacing them with anxiety. Why am I so weird? Could I be of a different species? I laughed at myself knowing my eyes would surely turn green. Walking away from the mirror, I grabbed my ear buds and my phone. I needed fresh air. Looking at my phone, I realized it was four in the morning. I groaned at myself in disbelief. I had school today and I had to start getting ready in an hour. I wrote my mother a note telling her I'd be out and I have my phone if she needs me. "Not that she cares. I'm princess, and I can do no wrong." I walked out not really paying attention to where I was. My thoughts whirled as the wind tangled my hair and pushed it into my face. I pushed it back internally scolding myself for not having a hairtie at hand. Before I realized what was happening my foot caught, I lunged forward, and I braced for an impact. I really wish this could be one of those episodes where a cute boy around your age caught you and then you find out he's the love of your life, but no, I learned from a young age true love doesn't exist. I hit the ground, scraping my hands and knees, and hitting the side of my head off the building next to me. I stood wiping the grass and mud as best as I could off of the cuts. I cursed myself for being such an idiot. My head throbbed, my knees felt weak from the sudden adrenaline rush, and my hands felt sore. I turned around to walk back home in frustration. I ran directly into the last person I wanted to see this morning. He smiled giving me that cocky grin he seems to easily manage with every girl that lays eyes on him. "What do you want, Matt?" I practically growled. I felt bad after a second realizing he hadn't done anything to me. "Sorry, this is just not a good morning." I mumbled. He looked down like he was trying to examine his shoes. He was wearing a sleeveless tee shirt that hugged his slim torso just right and exposed his muscular biceps, his dark washed out jeans that were a little loose yet hugged his butt made for an even better look. He looked back at me, a worried expression planted on his face. "Are you okay? You're bleeding." I looked down at my knees. It was a bit worse than I had originally thought. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just tripped because I wasn't paying attention where I was walking. Thanks though." I looked down feeling a little awkward and petty. I could tell he was looking at me, probably shocked from my eyes. "I should probably get home and clean myself up before school," I said inching away from him in attempts of settling the awkwardness. "No don't be ridiculous," he said wrapping his strong yet gentle fingers around my arm, pulling me toward him "we can go to my house and you can get the blood washed off there. You live on the other end of town and you can't let it get infected." I looked at him wondering if he was doing this to be nice or if this way he can say he had me at his house. I saw no trace of insincerity there. I sighed, "if you insist-" "I do," he interrupted. He let go of my arm brushing it down my back lightly before he put it back at his side. We walked in silence to his house. He opened the door waiting for me to enter first. "That's very gentleman like of you" I teased. "I'm always a gentleman" he argued, sticking his tongue out at me. I giggled walking through the entrance. His house was huge, and open, and simply fascinating. Sleek and clean, it looked like a brand new house. He closed the door giving me a moment to examine the area. There was an electric fire place under a huge flat screen TV that was playing older music. The flames seemed to be dancing to the beat produced by the red hot chilli peppers. "Nice house," I said. Looking back to him. "Yeah," he squirmed, positioning to the TV "my mom must've had that on." I giggled realising why he was uncomfortable. "Is someone too afraid to admit they like red hot chilli peppers?" He smiled down at me approvingly, "Do you listen to them?" "Hell yeah! Are you kidding me? My mom had me hooked on her generation's music since I was five!" He took my hand leading me around the living room area, and into a spacious bathroom. He motioned for me to sit on the side of the tub before turning to get a small first aid kit. "When we're done getting you cleaned up I'll show you my CD collection in my room." He bent down, sitting on the floor to get a better look at my knee that had stopped bleeding but looked pretty bad. He wiped the blood off with a damp wash cloth turning it a sickly crimson. I talked to keep myself from getting feint. "So why were you out so early?" He took a moment to answer, examining my knee whilst applying a thick coat of neosporin over the cuts and scrapes. "I just needed a run, I guess. You really took a toll on yourself didn't you," he joked. "Yeah it gets worse with age" "I thought that was just memory," he teased, examining my eyes now that he was done bandaging me. I looked down again thinking of how strange and awkward this might be for him. I had known him for years now and to think this is the first real conversation we've had was kinda funny. "So...," he said tilting his head under mine trying to gain my attention, "wanna go look at my collection, now?" I smiled, and being the idiot that I am replied, "You mean you're collection of dildos? I'll pass," I snorted because my smartass is just like that. He pushed my shoulder lightly giving me a mock disgusted look. I was holding my stomach from laughing so hard and began to fall backwards into the tub. He caught my hands and steadied me. "Geez, Amity!" After a moment he sat back giving me a curious grin. "What?" I said wanting to know what was going through his thought process. "There's something different about you, Amity. You're not what I thought you would be." I pushed his shoulder, not having to hold back due to all his muscle, "You're not what I thought you would be either Mr. Sumerhölt." I chuckled. "Well, I hope that's a good thing." I rolled my eyes sarcastically.