Sighing, I ignore my fathers question about my day of school, and go to my room. I open the palm of my hand, and a small ball of fire appears. I sigh again and close my palm, extinguish the flame. I think about how many lives I could save. And how many lives I could erase. Life isn't as easy as you would think - having these powers. It's tough. Especially with my parents. Only being able to leave your room for one hour a week. Not being able to have a social life, or internet. I flop down on my bed.
Why can't I be normal? Normal like my brothers. Normal like my mother. Normal like the kids at scho- I was interupted from my thoughts, by my brother Jeremy, entering my room. "What to you want, Germy?" I gave him that nickname when I was a toddler, some reason because I couldn't say "Jeremy." Mostly because he was a jerk.
"I'm not the one with a filthy disease."
"My abilities are not a disease!"
"Anyways." He says, glaring at me. "Father wishes to see you."
"Tell him no."
"He won't take no for an answer."
"He will from me."
"You are so impossible."
"I try."
He raises his hand, as if to hit me, but I raise my hand and his fist hits an invisible barrier. "Get out of my room now. Before I call the guards. They will not be amused to hear that you tried to punch your little sister."
He leaves the room, mutter unkind words about me. Something about throwing me into an ocean with a brick tied to my leg. Not a good idea, considering I can breath underwater. This is why having an older brother sucks. Especially the selfish child of a multi-billionaire. I go onto my laptop, and onto YouTube, smiling. I watch videos until I look at the clock on my wall and realise it's three am. Did time really go by that fast? Sighing, I shut off my laptop, turn off my light and crawl under my warm covers. Before long, I fall asleep.
The next morning I wake up to my new favorite song: Krewella, Killin' it. I shut off my phone and stand, slowly walking to my bathroom. When I get in I splash water on my face, to try and rub the sleep out of my eyes. I straighten my hair and walk over to my closet. I grab a black t-shirt with a denim jacket and some grey skinny jeans. After I put those on I put on my combat boots and walk back over to my bathroom. There, I put on on black eyeliner, and grey sparkling eyeshadow.
"Amulet, are you ready?" I hear Sam call out from my door.
"Yeah, coming now!" I sling my bag over my shoulder and walk out the door. "Morning, Sammy!"
He groans. "Stop calling me that!"
"But it's fun!"
"Whatever, let's go. We gotta pick up my friends again."
"I am sitting in the front this time."
"Fine."
I crawl into the passenger seat and pull out my book. In a blink of an eye, we're outside the same door as we were yesterday.
As they get in the car I can hear one say, "How is she only fourteen but still so hot?"
"Hey dude?" I say, "Shut the hell up. If that's how you expect to get a girlfriend, then I suggest you say bye-bye to marriage."
"Oh, but I do have a girlfriend." I can hear the smirk in his voice.
"And who's that?"
"Skylar Jackson."
"Who?"
Sam whispered to me, "That slut that sent those guys after you." I open my mouth to speak, but he interupts me, "Don't say anything. That'll just make matters worst for you."
"Oh, nevermind. " I say and look back down at my book.
"Someone jealous?"
"Of you? Her? Ew, no, dude, you're brain probably wouldn't understand half the things that I could say right now."
I hear Sam chuckle quietly. Before the guy can respond, I whip out my phone and headphones and play my music.
"Amu-" My headphones were ripped out. "AMULET!"
"What!" I say smacking his hand away from my face.
"We're here!" He rolls his eyes and gets out of the car, along with his friends.
Sighing, I unbuckle, sling my bag over my shoulder and walk into the school building. I see the guys that me and Sam fought yesterday, and I frown. The guy is showing his scar that I gave him when I cut him and saying it's a battle scar. I mean, technically it is, but still. I gave him it. Me, a fourteen year old girl.
I ignore the dirty looks that I'm given and go to my locker. When I turn around with my book, I find a prescense looming over me and I instinctively smack my textbook into what I hope to be this persons face. He groans and falls down.
"Shit! Sorry, Sam!" I help him up.
"Dammit, Am!" I look around at the people staring at us. I flash them a bright smile quickly before turning my attention back to Sam.
"I said sorry!. Anyways, what do you want? I'm about to head to class."
"Mom, Dad, something has happened," His expression turns serious and he pulls me to outside.
My eyes widen. "Wait, what?"
"They got in an accident..." He trails off. "A plane crash to be specific." He lets tears fall down his face.
My expression must've been pure terror. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. I think I screamed, I can't be sure. "What! Where are they? Maybe I can save them!"
"Amulet," He cries, "Stop. It's to late the-" He lets out a strangled sob. "They've already stopped breathing."
"How do you know!" I scream, the tears rush down my face. "How do you know? Who told you?"
"The-the cops found them, contacted Matthew. Matthew told Jeremy, and he told me." He looks me in the eyes. "I''m sorry Amulet... so so sorry."
I drop to the ground, my body quivering. Yes, my father barely payed attention to me and locked me away. My mother tried her best but it wasn't enough. They are my parents though, and I can't not cry about it. Sam kneels down next to me and takes my body into his arms. I sob into his chest.
"Come on, Amulet. Let's go home."
"No!"
I push myself away from him and run. I run into the forest. I throw fire at a tree, hoping it will make the pain go away. But the tree simply burns away.
"Amulet! Amulet, where are you!"
Why, why am I feeling this way? I've never done this before. Why do I care so much about my parents' death? They've done nothing special for me. I just can't help it.
So many emotions run through my mind. Remorse, sadness, anger and more remorse. I drop to the ground once more and curl into a ball.
Why?
