Time After Time

Chapter 1: Emery-Would I Care?

"Why do I still dream? It's about the only thing I have left."

"What if you endanger your own life because of it?"

"I'll be closer to death," I said flatly. Seriously doesn't he know something about my life?

"Wouldn't you care if you die? I'm sure your friends would, even your family." My eyes start to sting at the sound of this. I sat there staring at him. "Well what if it leads to destruction of other people?" he says finally.

"What if you're the one to cause the destruction instead of me?" I snap back." I won't be there to help you, neither will anyone else." He whispers," But your special, you're different from other people."

"You don't think I don't already know that?" My voice is rising," I'm not a weapon and I'll never be one, I'm not helping you." I realize I'm now standing up and walking out the door. He starts yelling but I'm not listening anymore, he defines people around me, act nice and treats you like you're a villain.

As I'm walking I grab my car keys and get in my car. I think about my life as I get on the highway. I'm Emery Nicole Wilson, I'm 17, and I'm quiet. I have my twin Skylar Rose Wilson, my brother Connor James Wilson and he's 13, and my parents Mark and Addison Wilson. When I need to talk I'm loud but no one will listen or even think of me. My best friends are Andrew Morgan and Ashlyn Baker. And Thomas, my wonderful boyfriend who hasn't seen me for two and a half weeks now, he probably doesn't even care. Maybe I'm an idiot for liking him. The main thing in my life is that Skylar and I are "different". She can see anything in the past and I everything in the future if we want but only in dreams which most people would think is cool, but it's usually just torture; at least for me anyways.

I turn and park in the driveway, only Connor is home right now. I unlock the door and head straight to the kitchen. This is how it's usually been. Skylar or I get home, parents are still at work so we have to make food and watch Connor although I think he's old enough to watch himself.

"How was it, what happened?" he asked coming into the kitchen. He was skinny like our whole family but has dirty blonde hair like my mom. He was still shorter than me but only by about four or five inches and was certainly mature for his age.

"It was fine," I say finally. "I'm not gonna help them." He pursed his lips together and stared at me. "They wanted to use me as a weapon," I said not wanting to hear what he has to say. For some reason I always think he's also what you call "different", he always knows what my mood is even if I don't see him, it's also like he can read your mind at times, but if he can he's never said anything so I'm assuming he's normal; he doesn't deserve what Skylar and I have.

"Okay," he says studying my face. I break away from his stare and I'm reaching for a pot and some rice. I start thinking about the conversation earlier I ask myself the same question again, why do I still dream? Then instantly I think of his next question as if he were asking me at this second, wouldn't you care if you die, my friends and my family actually would. A tear rolls down my cheek and I can feel Connor's eyes on me still, he shouldn't see me cry. I quickly wipe it away with the back of my hand.

I was thinking of what I should say to him then he just half whispered,

"Emery, I can help you."

How can he help me? I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out.

"Death." He said," Death doesn't matter at this rate, it will be better. You won't have to deal with them again."He paused. "Or anyone."

Instantly my eyes start to full up with tears. Death has always been a soft spot for me, even if they aren't dead yet. I walk over to Connor and he hugs me while I try to hold the tears back. I don't even know why I'm crying anymore, I've always been strong not weak. I don't even know why he's here comforting me, how he knows possibly what I'm thinking right now. Is it that easy to get inside my mind?

My phone lights up and Connor lets me go.

"I'll be in my room if you need anything Emery." Connor says. I smile," Thanks." After he left the kitchen I wipe my eyes and look down at my phone, it's Skylar.

Skylar: Hey Emery, I'm on my way home. Hope everything's ok. When I get there tell me what happened with the discussion earlier. xoxo.

Skylar reminds me of a mother. She just helps everyone, maybe it's because she can see what happened in the past. Maybe something she saw made her this way. I put the pot and rice back where they go and grab some popcorn.

"I'm making popcorn and we can watch a movie if you want," I yell to Connor. I put a bag of popcorn in the microwave and wait for it to heat while I hear Connor coming down the stairs.

"You can pick a movie," I tell him. He says nothing but is looking through our movie case. The microwave beeps and I put another bag in.

Connor laughs," I know The Big Bang Theory isn't a movie but can we still watch it? It's on a disc and everything."

I start giggling now,"Sure." I can hear Skylar outside our front door probably fumbling with her keys. The microwave beeps again and I put another bag in for Skylar. I walk over to the door and wait for her to enter.

"Hi," she pulls me in for a hug,"How was it? You said no didn't you."

"Yeah, but I'll tell you in a bit. I made popcorn."

"Ok, let me put my stuff away then we'll talk," and she walks up the stairs. Connor and I walk over to the microwave and look at the time that's left.5, 4, 3, 2." One," he says as it beeps and looks at me with a silly grin on his tan face.

Connor and I grab the popcorn bags and go to the couch while Skylar races down the stairs to join us. We all open our bags and I hand Connor the TV control. Skylar turns to face me.

"Okay Emery. Tell me now?" she whispered.

"Of course." I reply telling her everything that happened. We all sat there watching Leonard and Penny's awkwardness and I started to dose off into sleep.