Breck stands in front of me, and I feel a tidal wave of relief hit me.
I hug him.
Then punch him in the arm.
"Why did you guys leave me for Mila." I ask him, anger flaring through me. He puts on a sad smile and looks down.
"I'm sorry. Roy and Amera didn't want to come." Gasping, I take a step back. "Didn't want to?" The question comes out in a breath. He just nods.
Tears form in my eyes. I wanted to move on. I wanted to.
Why couldn't they understand that. I just wanted us all to be, us.
Me and Amera gossiping about the girls on other teams, me and Roy discussing yo' mama jokes. Me and Breck as a couple.
Tears drop down my face. She has taken them from me. Nobody can take people from me again. I got my dad, my mom, Mavie stolen from me. No.
Standing up, I walk to my car and drive there, angry as heck.
I walk in. It's about lunch time there, and they are in the cafeteria. Pounding my fist on the table, I look at Mila.
"You are MY team. You do not leave me to hang out with Bratty Little Whine Bag Mila. You are MY team.
I did not come back from the dead so you could forget about me and hang out with HER. NO!" Look at Amera and Roy "Listen, you may like her and wanna be friends with her, but you don't abandon me again. Or I will leave. Without a doubt. I can leave this pretty little life and make my own. You better understand that." I take a breath, feeling proud of myself.
Roy and Amera stare, shocked, as Mila glares at me. She opens her fat little mouth to say something. "You better keep your freaking mouth shut." Except I didnt use that exact word. Oops. She glares at me, then gets up and walks away.
I look at Amera and Roy. "You better not ever leave me like that again." I say to them. Roy looks down and Amera just stares at me, tears prickling in her eyes.
"Technically, you left us." I suck in a sharp breath at what Roy said. "What" fury explodes through me, and I grab his collar. "Don't you ever do that again. I can hate you for the rest of my life. I can leave. So if you want me to, just say it." I peer down in Roy's now cold eyes.
"What happened to you?" Whispering that to him, I let him go, backing away. He looks down again. I walk away to my car, and jerkily get in. Driving home, tears start to pour down my face. "Why" I ask. Sobs tear at me.
The sadness I thought I left me comes rushing back, causing me to grab my chest.
I scream and pull over, unable to drive any longer. I angrily try to wipe away the tears but I am unable to, they just keep falling. "WHY DOES SOMEONE ALWAYS TAKE EVERYONE AWAY FROM ME!" The sobs tear at my throat, and I hiccup, unable up breathe. When I stop I feel empty. So empty and cold.
Over the next few days, depression kicks in again.
I only train, barely eating all. I get up earlier, go to bed earlier. I try to avoid everyone. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.
I walk in, my limbs aching and my head pounding. I crawl into bed. There is something missing.
Then I fall asleep.
Flashes of lost memories slide n don't of me, and I suck it all up like I'm in the desert and the memories are water.
I gasp, sitting up in bed. They took my memories. No. They covered them.
I jump up, running into Brecks room. Turning on the light, I look at him asleep. "Breck! Wake up!" He startles awake, my words shocking him awake. "Mila and Jere took my memories. I think they are controlling Amera and Roy." He gapes at me. Disbelief crossing his face.
"You don't believe me" I whisper to him. He looks down. I put my hand to my mouth. Walking out I get in my car.
I can hear Brecks car behind me as I drive down to Mila's street, anger flowing through me. Getting out, I open the door with knocking.
"You little Brat. You took my freaking memories." I'm seething with anger. She just smiles, not denying it.
"I've had your little Roy and Amera under control. You've never met the real Amera. I started controlling her the minute you got back." I gasp.
Breck sucks in a breath behind me. "You lied to us all" he says to us. "Yes. And you know your little friend, Connor?" I lunge for her, but Breck grabs me, holding me back.
"If you hurt him.." She laughs, a tinkering little sound. "No honey. He hurt YOU. I had contact with him the whole time. We faked his death when you died. He never got reborn. He was watching you."
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Reborn
Fantasy[COMPLETED] (But still under major editing) Let's just say, I've had a bad life. With my dad leaving when I was 5 and my mom dying of cancer, there have been better lives. But when I get taken into a new rhelm and meet my team who have liter...
