Sophie Fosters Journal

Entry 3

Most cliche chapter yet, but less plot summary. 

Saturday, November 16, 2012

Sunshine shines through the elegant windows onto the carpet made of soft petals. I'm tangled in the heavy embroidered velvet covers of a large canopy bed. As long as I stay in this room I can pretend that this was all a dream and that I can go back home to my family. I don't have to go out there and face reality. I miss my family so much my heart aches and it's barely been a day. They don't remember me at all but that was my choice. It's the least I can do after abandoning them after raising me and loving me for years, despite my oddness, while I go to live in a magical crystal wonderland. The council was planing to fake my death but I would never want them to think I was dead and experience the pain I have. I told them to send washers instead to erase all their memories of me.

I stare at my tear stand face and swollen eyes in the beautiful carved wooden mirror across from the bed. It feels though my heart is carved of sorrow in the same way.(REALLY cheesy, I know) I'm being silly. I shouldn't stay in here sulking. I don't even know what time it is. I stare out the window the sun is already high up in the sky. It must be past noon.

Suddenly my mind flashes back to my family's limp bodies laying on the ground. My photographic memory remembers every horrible detail, even their ghosty blank eyes staring out into nothingness. I shiver. I drugged my family. The last day I will ever see them, I drugged them. They weren't going to let me leave. Though it's still not an excuse for what I did. More chills run down my spine. I try to remember a different memory.

Long ago when I was five, the real last vacation we went on before I became a telepath. The beaming sun was burning my little chubby cheeks. My mom's hand in mine as we scoured the beach for shells to put on my sand castle. I was grinning ear to ear. I looked up at my mother who had faint smile on her face. She was daydreaming. The powdery sand stuck in between our toes. I listened to the waves crashing against the shore, and the seagulls crying overhead.

A single tear of bittersweet happiness slips down my cheek, and drips off my chin as the memory fades. I will not let myself cry anymore. I want my last tear of my family to be of happiness. Suddenly, I have strong feeling that everything will be okay. I miss them so much, though I know they wouldn't want me crying. Even though I drugged them, they loved me, and they would never want me in pain, ever, and as long as I love them, I know somewhere in their brainwashed minds small tiny unnoticeable part of them will always love me, no matter what. 

And now I have Fitz, the boy and his father who found me when no one else was looking, who I owe a world to. One day I'm sure I'll thank them, maybe it'll be when I'm 600 years and he'll barely remember me, or maybe he'll break my heart only a few years from now, but I'll forgive him because he found me, and without him, who knows how long I would've lasted with the humans, before someone found out. He made my world burst at the seams in the most wonderful way. 

I'm crying, again, and I don't notice till I see the drops of water smearing the ink on the page. Even dead, she still knows what to do to make me feel better. She really did almost write this for me didn't she? And for the first time since Sophie's died. I feel myself smile, salty tears still running down my face.  I really do miss her so much. 

I take a deep breath. Unravel the sheets wrapped around me. Wipe the tears off my cheeks and head for the door. I close my journal for the final time, finishing the last chapter of my human life.