Midlight (Third in the Apocalypse Saga)

Chapter 10 ~ Trigger

Chapter 10 ~ Trigger

* Amelia's POV *

I stood in an utter state of confusion. I stared at the spot where he, my husband, previously stood. He didn't even tell me his name. And, it felt so wrong for him to just walk away. I glanced at everyone in the family, I couldn't put a name to any of the faces but something told me they were very special.

But special to Amelia or to me?

I locked eyes with Mackenzie, I felt like I was looking in the mirror. Apart from the eyes; she didn't have my eyes. She had my husband's eyes? I suddenly felt very surreal, I closed my eyes momentarily and saw a pair or equally looking hazel eyes look at me. My breath hitched.

"Are you okay?" Mackenzie asked curiously, or was it concern?

I opened my eyes and nodded. I was okay, wasn't I?

"Yeah," I assured softly and almost as if it was innate within me, my lips tipped up slightly.

"Ur, I know the family want to meet you, but would you like to go upstairs?" Mackenzie asked hesitantly. I analyzed her face. Something told me that under the poker face there was a little girl who's eyes held wonder and fascination. A little girl who was lonely and wanted someone to look up to. But, how could I gather this from just her face?

Surely she was loved in this huge family and had the life she's always wanted. Her father must love her.

"I don't mind," I answered. I saw or was it a feeling? That Macy wanted to grab my hand and take me but her hand just twitched.

How would I know that?

"C'mon, it's this way." She turned around. I followed her under the scrutiny of the family. We exited the room and walked up the stairs that resided in the hallway. We strolled past several closed doors until Mackenzie stopped at a slightly ajar one.

She opened and revealed the contents of the room. A freshly made bed with several of colorful pillows, a thick dark carpet, light walls, red curtains that fell from the ceiling to the floor, a pine dresser and matching desk, a mini couch and two doors.

"This is my room, it's not anything special," she said.

"I like it. It feels... homey," I responded.

"You can make yourself feel at home." Mackenzie gestured to her bed and the mini couch.

Home. What was the difference between a house and a home?

Silently, I perched myself to the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped a little more when Mackenzie did the same. "I want to show you something."

I nodded - the only thing that it seemed appropriate to do. She stretched over to a little chest of drawers and opened the first drawer. After rummaging inside, she brought out an old box.

She paused before opening it. "How long have you been... alive?" She asked cautiously.

I raked my mind back to the day I wrestled with the rectangular shaped box and met the sunlight. And met a person who became more a son to me than anything else.

"98 days," I calculated quickly.

Mackenzie's eyes widened as she traced back time before her eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "But that was the day, I was just... how?"

"What do you mean Mackenzie?" I asked.

"Mom - is it okay if I call you that?" I nodded, she sighed in relief. "You can call me Macy, if you like. The day you... about 3 months ago I visited your grave after a very long time, but that is the day when you arose?"