Amanda's POV
The last words she uttered under her breath were surprisingly clear "Save. Your. Soul" and then the line went dead. She really did live longer than we thought. We did the best to save her were the docters words just days before. They knew she was going to die, and they just gave up on her? I HATE DOCTERS EVERYWHERE. Furious at everyone on this cruel planet, I stormed out of the hospital, and started walking home. My house was only two blocks away, after all.
I remembered a time where my family would greet me when I came though the door, but nobody even knew I was gone. They gave me a scowl for interrupting their breakfast of eggs and orange juice. The only words they said to me were "It's about time she died, we can have all her money now!" My dad said gleefully. My mom nodded in agreement, and Jasmine clapped her hands. I really wanted to scream in somebody's face right now, and tell them that grandma was the best person there was and will always be the best person and way better than any of them will ever dream to become, but all that'll get me is a beating from my father and my mom screaming in the background "GO JERRY GO! GET HER HARD!" Thinking it though, I ignored them, and went up in my room.
I wouldn't even call my room a room. I'd call it more like a janitors closet. All it has is a wooden floor, a quilt my grandma made me because they didn't bother to get me a blanket, and I use the mop they keep in here as a pillow. I lay down on the beautiful quilt that my grandma put so much time in to make for me, and started cry/screaming into it. Nobody loves me. I hate life. I wish I had one at least one friend who understood. I soon got a call on the phone line in the closet. I never get calls, what the heck? I picked it up, and it was Mark, my grandma's house assistant. His job was to make sure that she was okay all the time. Such as helping her down a flight of stairs, or getting something off of a shelf that she can't reach. Mark sounded surprisingly perky on the phone, "Amanda Marcus? Is it you?" he said with a happy tone
"Yeah Mark. Did you hear about Nancy?" I used my grandma's first name, because he would probably start thinking about his grandma who passed away recently as well.
"Yup. It's a shame, really, but that's not exactly why I called..." This confused me slightly
"What? Can she not afford a funeral?"
Mark laughed at this "Are you kidding? The lady was loaded!"
"Then why'd you call?" I was starting to get angry again. Why is he so fucking happy? I thought my grandma was important to him
"It's about her will. She wrote your name in it, and gave you something. It's a surprise. You should probably start heading over if you want to get here by lunch. Oh, and if you want to come stay with me for a while, you're welcome to."
I was silent for a bit. I've gotten to know Mark pretty well, he was like the brother I've never had. He was nice, and I guess I can trust him. "Okay, be there by one. Bye" and I hung up. I had just enough time to get a change of clothes, the quilt, and a toothbrush and get out of my house before my parents started giving me 'the look' again.
I ran for a bit, running into people left and right. But I didn't care about them, I only cared about my grandma. Nothing more mattered in the world to me. At that very moment, I felt invincible, like I could run forever. But then I ran into someone head on. The person helped me up, and said, "You okay? Hi I'm----" But I cut him off.
"I'm sorry, but I'm kind of in a rush." and I started running again, forgetting what just happened.
I finally made it to my grandma's house with seven minutes to spare. I rushed in like I always did, and got excited to see my grandma. But when I got inside, It felt different. It felt empty. Mark helped me with my stuff, and showed me the will. It only had one thing on it
The only two things a care about in this world are Amanda and my special key. Give the old key to her and whoever wants the rest can have it. The key's under the darkest floorboard in my room, and get a chain from the jewelry box and make it a necklace. I'm sure Amanda will love it very much
Love, Nancy P. Marcus
I started to cry again. Reality just came back and bit me in the ass. Hard. Trying not to ruin Marks good mood, I sprinted upstairs into my grandma's room, which smelled like baking cookies and old perfume. It reminded me of her. The darkest floorboard in there was right underneath my bed. My grandma has told me stories about when she was little, she'd hide the things that she loved under there, and they would always stay safe. Not only was there a key, but another note
Dearest Amanda,
This key meant the world to me. I knew, ever since I was a little girl, that I would give it to someone who could protect it. When I was sixteen, I spent six mouths trying to figure out what the key belonged to, no success. I found it in a graveyard, can't tell you which. Maybe you can solve the mystery for me. Have a great life! love you always, no matter what.
Grandma
That was a story I've never heard before. And it was the best one I've ever heard. Next, I went over to the jewelry box on her hardwood dresser, and it had a quote in it Do something with your life. I smiled. It was grandma's favorite. I put the key though the chain, put it on, and sat down on the bed. I soon drifted to sleep, with the quote stuck in my head.
