Beautifully Broken

Chapter One

"Beep beep beep."

Amelia wakes up covered in sweat. She was breathing heavy. She looks around the pitch black room trying to figure out where she was. Once's her eyes adjust to the darkness she realizes she's in her room. Reaching for her phone, she silences her alarm.

"It was just another nightmare." she tells herself as she lays back down.

Amelia waits until her breathing returns back to normal and she can no longer feel her heart racing. It was the same dream each night, and the more she had them; the more real they felt. She looks towards her nightstand at her phone sitting upright on her wireless charger. It read 5:30 if she didn't want to be late on her first day of school she needed to get out of bed and get ready. She peels her covers off of her and gets up. Walking towards her closet she grabs a pair of jeans and a t-shirt wanting to keep it causal on her fist day. She decides to take a shower hoping that it would calm her down. Making sure she doesn't wake her grandmother up, Amelias tip toes to the bathroom . She silently closes the door behind her making sure to lock it. She turns the shower on and waits until the water warms up. Not wanting to waste a second longer, she brushes her teeth. Once she sees the mirror fogging up she strips and steps in letting the water cascade down on her and wash away the nightmare she had.

She quickly washes her hair and body tying not to use up all the hot water. The last time she had done so her grandmother had yelled at her. Telling her that she was going to be the one taking a cold shower the next time she did that. She turns the water off and grabs her towel from the hook and wraps it around her. When she steps out goosebumps form along her arms. She walks towards the mirror, the towel wrapped securely around her, and wipes away the condensation that has form from her warm shower. Amelia looks at her reflection and see's a stranger staring back at her. The girl she see's in the mirror has dark brown hair. Her once bright eyes are dull, the light taken away from them. Her skin a pale color making her look sick. The girl looking back at her was just a shell of her former self. Stepping away, she dries herself and gets dress. Running a brush through her hair she braids it letting it fall over her shoulder. She takes one last look at her reflection before walking out the bathroom.

Amelia heads downstairs to the kitchen and makes herself a cup of coffee. She grabs her jacket from the hallway closet and puts it on before walking outside. It was the one good thing she liked about waking up earlier. She was able to watch the sunrise. It reminded her to be thankful because most never lived to see another day. Sitting in her grandmother's rocking chair she thinks about her mother. When she left it wasn't on good terms. They had an argument and Amelia said things she wasn't proud of. She missed her. Missed the way they use to be before... She shakes those thoughts out of her mind. It wasn't going to do Amelia any good thinking about the past. Instead she stares out at the morning sky and watches as mellow blues and pinks paint the sky. A breeze picks up and softly blows loose strands of her hair. She lets her mind wander and she tells herself it was for this reason that Amelia came out each morning, to lose herself in silent beauty.

She holds onto her coffee cup letting it warm her hands. She takes a sip and thinks about Luke, and how much she missed him. He was her best friend, and the one guy she could trust. She could still remember his laughter, and how his presence could light up a room. He was a friend to everyone. Never leaving anyone in the shadows. Her eyes start to water and she tries to blink them away. She promised herself she wouldn't cry anymore. She would be strong. It was time to erase the old Amelia and start fresh. New town, new faces, and new opportunities. Her grandmother opens the door and steps outside sitting down in the chair next to Amelia's. Her grandma knew how Amelia liked to sit outside in the mornings, and sometimes she would join her. They both sit in silence as they drink their coffee.

"You were up early." Her grandmother says breaking the silence.

She looks down into her cup wondering if she should tell her about the dreams. No one knew about them expect Amelia herself. Maybe her grandma could help her cope through them. Amelia looks away from her cup and looks at her grandmother. She was wearing a white sweater with jeans her hair curled in its usual way. You wouldn't believe she was in her fifties, but she always had a youthful look to her. Amelia remember how her grandfather told her how he wondered how he snagged a beauty like her. Her lips quirked up at the memory of her grandfather.

Coming back to the present she says, "Couldn't sleep. First day jitters I guess." Which wasn't a complete lie.

She reaches for Amelia's hand and squeezes it, "You'll do fine. Just be yourself. You'll make friends in no time."

Amelia smiles, "Thanks Abuela."

"Of course mija." She says before walking inside.

Amelia's back to being alone, but she doesn't mind. It gives her time to prepare for what lays ahead. She closes her eyes and says a silent prayer. She listens. Maybe this time she'll hear His voice. Nothing. The only sound she hears is the wind softly blowing and the birds chirping. Sighing she gets up, but before she walks inside she hears a door slam shut. Turing to the sound of the noise, she see's a boy walking to his car. He doesn't notice her at first. Opening his car door, he hesitates and turns around. They make eye contact, but Amelia is to shocked to form a word nevertheless a simple wave. He smiles and gives her a half way. Embarrassed that she got caught staring, she quickly opens the door and steps inside.

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Authors note
Hey there lovelies, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
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