The Amulet (✔)

CHAPTER 1

Heavy footsteps was all that could be heard in my tiny room.

Crazy thing was there was nobody else in the room with me.

But It was really fascinating how when it gets dark all the creatures come out.

I lay on my bed trying to make sense of it.

It comes at every dawn out of my closet. Hungry for torture. It's been happening since I was young.

It's all I've known all my life.

I shiver as it whispers to me a foreign tongue.

When I try to grasp the words and confront my mom about it she would always get nervous and stummer words like,

"You need to take you're medications." Or my personal favourite. "You are just tired dear."

She brushes it off with a laugh. But I can see it in her eyes that she is straight forward lying in my face. Strange.

I always pretend to let the matter slip when I realize that she wouldn't tell me.

A couple of days passed when I last confronted her. It was not like l asked her every day.  Pleaded for her to tell me.

I was lying on my rickety old bed when my mom yelled. Startling me sheesh!

"Amelia dear,come downstairs you're papa is here." Her words cut short my thread of thoughts. They sounded rash and abrupt.

I got up from my semi nightmare and headed downstairs where my mom's voice came from.

I have been an awkward kid all my life. Realising now It was all my fault. People don't talk about their 'imaginary' friends when they are trying to make a conversion. Especially when your a decade older then 'imaginary' friends.

Oh well it's their loss anyway.

On reaching down stairs. I saw my papa standing awkwardly in the living room looking quit uneasy. I went in for a hug which he didn't even return. So unusual of him. My dad and I were very close growing up. We did everything together  he was always around watching.

"What's wrong papa" I broke the ice after awhile of staring at each other.

No answer.

He just stood there as his face darkened. What I'd do this time? Oh no this wasn't good.

My dad was like the weather. His moods changed at the pace of a expectant woman. Now that he was old and wrinkly. He's loosing his sanity bit by bit.

But tolerable nonetheless.....Sometimes.

"Hand over your amulet."

Whoa

Those words made me freeze and unconsciously grasp the cold ruby red metal dangling from my chest.

"What!"

I screeched as he lung over to grab it. I stumbled back. Hitting the worn out wooden wall.

My mind raced miles as I stood there contiplating his foul words. He never ask for the piece of metal on my neck before so why now? I felt this suffocating need that if I were to take it off I would perish simply disintegrate and die. My amulet was my life line. Or so I felt

What was he doing. I thought. Tears came to my eyes.

"No stop!" I shrieked quite unearthing if you ask me.

I screamed as he walked over to me. Like a predator stalking it's prey.

"You foolish girl." He bellowed.