𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 | ❝ There are so many threats happening all at once and no one trusts anyone. People are dying and we don't know why or how or who's going to be next. And we can't protect anyone if we can't trust each other. ❞
The supernatu...
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I stared down at the box on my bed, afraid to open it.
I didn't want to bring back all those painful memories, but I knew it was time to open it. I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
I had pulled the box down from my closet after the incident at the school with the kanima. Being paralyzed and helpless while my brother and Derek were stranded in the pool was the worst thing in the world.
But while I laid there, the kanima hovering over me and studying me, I thinking about was the box that was hidden up in my closet, left untouched for eight years.
Stiles was at school and my dad was at work, which gave me the alone time I needed in case I had a meltdown about whatever the contents of the box were.
I left my fingers trace over the scratchy yet intricate Sharpie written on the lid, a stray tear already falling down my cheeks.
For Sarah Happy Birthday, bestie
I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath while my fingers gripped the lid, hastily pulling it off before I could second-guess it and stop.
I let out the breath that I took in and then I slowly opened my eyes to look inside of the box.
I tugged my bottom lip at the first thing I saw in the box; a cello charm bracelet. I let out a small laugh and picked up the bracelet between my fingers. I didn't need her to explain the bracelet to me; I already knew.
I often told her that her music was beautiful and that when she was playing in the New York Philharmonic orchestra, I'd be at every single show in the front row because I was her biggest fan. She even tried to teach me but I'm tone-deaf so we'd just laugh and I'd listen to her practice.
I set the bracelet in the overturned lid of the box so that I didn't lose it and then I looked some more. There were a few photos of the two of us together through the years. My mom was in a few of them, and her mom as well. We spent so much time together that our parents became good friends as well.
There were pictures of her family trip to San Francisco that she invited me on when we were thirteen. Pictures from my family trip to Disney Land—the one time we ever got to go—to which I invited her along; we were ten at the time and Stiles was only two.
I looked through the pictures carefully so that I didn't tear them and then I put them in the lid with the bracelet. There were smaller trinkets in the box as well; shells from our impromptu weekend trips to her family's condo near the beach, a few magnets from trips she went on that I couldn't go on, etc.
At the bottom of the box was an envelope that I slowly pulled out after removing the trinkets and other smaller items.
I opened the flap and saw a birthday card in it; a Sweet 16 birthday card. She died when we were fifteen, so, she had to have been working on this still. And when she died, her mom found it and felt that I should have it even though it wasn't finished.
