Unbreakable Mind

Chapter Four

    Chapter Four

  Amelia's grandparents had come back with pizza, a miracle present to Amelia. They decided her last day home would be filled with things normal young adults do and have. So they all had pizza again, and Mr. Anthony spoke about their hiking trips while Mrs. Bethany bombarded the trio with personal questions. Finally, they were released them with a promise for a hearty breakfast. Since it was Amelia who mostly cooked all the meals in the house, this was a great goodbye gift.

  Frita and Garth bounced up the stairs while yelling goodnight, eager to sleep in the comfortable beds. Jayleen lagged behind, seeing Amelia clean up the kitchen while her grandparents went down the hallway and into their rooms, without so much as a goodnight.

"Do you have a sleeping bag I can borrow or....?" Jayleen awkwardly asked.

  Amelia looked up from the dishwasher and waved her hand, "Oh no, you can sleep on the bed. I'll take the floor."

"But it's your bed and your last day. Don't you want to sleep on your bed one last time?"

  Amelia scoffed, something her grandparents would kill her if they heard, and replied, "I've slept on that bed for four years, I think one night won't really make a difference. Do you guys need some extra clothes?"

  Jayleen shook her head, "We're wearing pretty comfortable clothes."

  That was when Amelia noticed that the trio had all been wearing more it less the same thing. White pants, black shirt. Maybe that's the school uniform, Amelia thought as she put the dishes away. Finally, she dried her hands and tidied the table cloth.

"Alright! All done, thank you for waiting for me."

  Jayleen just smiled and followed Amelia to the closet in the first floor and take out a sleeping bag. Then they went up into Amelia's room and both got ready to sleep. Jayleen just took off her shoes and slipped under the comfortable sheets, immediately relaxing at the softness of all around her.

"I'm going to change in the bathroom then be back. You can go to sleep. Good night."

  Jayleen mumbled, "Good night" before burrowing deeper into the covers and falling asleep.

  Amelia went and changed quickly before tiptoeing back into her sleeping bag. For a couple of minutes, Amelia just stared up at the ceiling, creating shapes and creatures with the unevenness of it before finally drifting into sleep.

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  There was a bright flash, and suddenly Amelia was at the airport. Something, no, someone was clutching onto her hand. She was looking back, at a face with black eyes filled with pain and flowing black hair. It was bright, too bright to see anything else. Amelia felt small, out of place, disoriented. She was clutching back at the hand with an equal amount of force, and now she looked up at the person who held her hand. 

  It was a man. A man in black. Nearly everything about him was dark. His clothes, his hair, his skin. It was only his eyes, twinkling a bright orange, that made Amelia feel an overwhelming amount of trust for him. He had her eyes, they understood each other.

 Suddenly, this man was more family than the distant mom she was leaving in the airport.

"Amelia," The man whispered.

  Amelia giggled, "Yes?"

"Kill her now."

 

  Everything was on fire. The ground was shaking and Amelia could here the screams of people trying to drive away from the disaster. Her dad. Oh, her dad was unconscious, his head bashed against the steering wheel and now blood dripped from his temple has he stared at Amelia with dead, blank eyes. He was blaming her, for his death. For her mom's.