Strangers

Chapter Seven

Amelia's POV:

   "Daniel!!! Put down my hair brush!!!" I shrieked at my brother as he stuffed few stands into a test tube. He was currently ransacking my room, tossing and throwing aside all of my belongings. What is going on with him lately?? I step out for five minutes to get popcorn, and my brother has invaded my privacy! He has been acting very strange lately, and I have no clue why. "Danny, please. Put my stuff back, you are acting like a lunatic!!" I try to reason.

   He released a sigh of frustration before he sat down at the edge of my bed with this distant look in his eyes. As his big sister, it broke my heart. I sat down next to him waiting for him to speak. "What were mom and dad like?" He asked, tears welling up in his eyes. I knew this day would come. The day he asked about them.

   I felt a wetness draw down my cheek, feeling my heart break even more. "They were good people. They loved us so much." I whispered, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and pulling him into my side. I guess what I said wasn't the answer he was searching for.

   "That's not what I mean. Why did he leave? What really happened to mom??" "Where is this coming from??" Confused, I look over at him. He never acted like this. He only looked up and said three words before leaving my bedroom. "Check the Attic."

   As I walked up to the dust filled room, the first thing I noticed was the freshly torn open boxes and items from them scattered all over the floor. This must be from Daniel. Curiosity invaded my mind and I looked at all the documents and pictures one box after another.

   It was all just birth certificates and pictures from old family members until I got to one particular box. Books were flooded all over the floor, some open others closed. I turned a dark brown covered book so its spine was facing me. "Hunter's History?" I picked up another, "Legend of the Jacobs Family??". "Book of the Beast?". The last book I picked up was very strange. It was this indigo blue and it looked ancient. "The Hybrid Prophecy???" I picked up the last one with shaky hands. What in the world are all of these books doing in our attic?? And how come I have never seen them before??

   I stood up with the book in my hands, the smooth blue leather beneath my fingertips. Right when I began to open it, a folded up piece of paper slipped out, and crashed on the hard wood floor by my feet.

   Hesitant, I unfolded the note. My eyes grew wide when I read the sloppy writing. Tears spilled out my eyes. It's was my mom's handwriting.

Amelia,

I'm sorry...