Amnesia//L.H.

Chapter 1

My own mother has feared me since the day I was born. When I cried, the objects in the room swirled into a mini-tornado. When I was angry, things around me rose into the air and slammed onto the ground again. Sometimes I scared myself, which proved futile since, in that case, I acted as a magnet and everything was drawn toward me. When I was worried, everything repelled away from me. My family tried to hide it, to keep me happy all the time. It wasn't easy. Eventually, we found a solution.

It was my fifth birthday. My wavy blonde hair was tied up in a pink bow. My mother gave me a Barbie doll. My brother, Ashton, who was eleven at the time, gave me a sterling silver bracelet with little metal flower beads. I slipped it on my wrist and didn't take it off. Later that night, I was huddled on the floor crying because my doll's head had fallen off. It was Ashton who noticed something was wrong. Nothing was happening. The room was still.

"Take off your bracelet, Faith," he suggested.

"No!" I screamed in anger. Again, nothing happened.

Ashton reached forward and yanked the bracelet off my wrist. Almost immediately, the objects and furniture in the room began swirling as if controlled by an invisible force.

I cried louder, and pulled my bracelet back on. The force stopped.

"Ash, you're a genius!" my mother cried and embraced him in a hug.

From that day forward, I only occasionally took the bracelet off. But the story doesn't stop there.

A few years later, I started having dreams. Not just any dreams, but extremely vivid dreams. Once, I had a dream that I won the school spelling bee on the word "squirrel". The next day at school, the scenario played out just as it had in my dream.

The dreams didn't always play out that quickly ,though. And they weren't always positive, either. I had a dream when I was eight that Ashton would forget to feed his pet hamster, Rocco, resulting in the hamster's death. Two weeks later, it played out. I cried, thinking that it was my fault.

Ashton just brushed his curly dirty blonde hair out of sad eyes, sighed, and said, "You dream the future, not control it."

Now I'm fourteen, and living alone with my mother. Ashton's the drummer in a band now, 5 Seconds of Summer, with his three friends, Michael, Calum, and Luke. They tour all the time, and I never see him any more.

Nobody even remembers that he's my brother; I usually keep quiet about it. We really don't look much alike at all; him with his dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes, me with my blonde and grey.

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After a long school day, I had a particularly sleepless night, except for one dream, from which I woke up in a cold sweat. I dreamt that my brother's band's tour bus wrecked. It wasn't anybody's fault; a pure accident. Things changed for the worse. Details were vague. One second, I'm witnessing the bus roll into a ditch, the next, sirens squeal in the distance. Then, the dream ended.

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-Kaylie and Erica