Forgotten Memories

Supernatural

This is old. I forgot I even had it. Written around 2016-17? It had a second chapter and everything before it got scrapped. Light editing.

The fire danced in the fireplace, telling a story unknown to man as the winter winds howled; clawing at the recently bought house's exterior. With the crackling of the warm flames and the creaking from the cold winds gave off an odd serene feel. Or that's how it feels to me. It gave me peace of mind. Quieting the thoughts that run rampant in my mind. It felt safe, nice even. I was surprised to be so calm after I had moved; I should have anxiety because of the new school I'll be going to tomorrow.. but I don't.

I wished I could sit here watching the flames that licked upwards and listen to the winds howls. But this, of course, that would not last, nothing ever does. Well unless you're a vampire; you could practically live forever as long as you keep your head on your shoulders.

I sighed. But if I did stay here it would get quite boring, wouldn't [I find this a bit hysterical because it is basically saying would not you say,] you say? I glanced out the nearest window, only to met with dark cloudy skies. I wondered if it was a full moon. Not that it would matter; Seventeen (Actually I'm sixteen but you get my point.) and I have yet to shift. Pitiful, I know. Most shift at age 14 or 15, but that wasn't the case for me. It didn't help that my parents left when I was eight, so I can't ask them about it. Nor can I ask my foster parents, they are completely human. Life as a lone wolf wasn't that bad though. You're free of rules, and you can do as you please without being looked down on. Though it wouldn't hurt to join a pack. To know they've got your back.

After today though, this territory doesn't hold a pack, but there is this unfamiliar scent on this territory. Multiple actually. Oh if you didn't know this morning was the day after unpacking; a time to get a feel for this unfamiliar land. It was nice, cold but then again it was getting close to the peak of winter. Just the start of September. Okay so not the closet, but still, it's not going to be perfect tanning weather.

"Ash dear, can you help me with the dishes?" My foster mom's sweet tone called for me from the kitchen. Also breaking me from my thoughts.

"Why of course mother," I replied getting up from my original position laying on the floor by the fire. In just a couple of strides, I was in the kitchen where my foster mom or just mom. I have lived with her and her husband for 7 years. She smiled when she saw me. She had lovely shoulder length blond hair, and warm hazel eyes. Her palish face had a few wrinkles but most were covered by well-placed make-up giving her the appearance to be a younger woman, possibly in her early thirties when she was in fact forty-seven. It also showed her sharp and well-defined features. Then there are her eyes; a warm hazel with flecks of brown near her pupil. They withheld youth in them, but also wisdom.

She had a very small delicate body, very slim indeed. She was gifted with a high metabolism, not to mention she did a bit of yoga and ate healthily. More of a vegetarian than a carnivore such as myself. She encourages me to eat healthily, and I do try. I just can't give up meat, it was too good to leave.

Quite the opposite off me. Instead of her fair skin, I had more of a light natural tan. My hair was a deep brown that had natural light brown and blond highlights, it was also past my shoulders. It still had curls, unlike my mother's straight blonde hair. My facial features were softer but still held some definition. I had a few freckles around my nose, but nothing too noticeable. I wish I had more freckles, I think it would be a cute look. Well if I had lighter skin that is. My eyes were big and had an almond shape to them, the color of my eyes was a plain chocolate brown. And my lips, well they're okay... then there are my absolutely horrifying eyebrows. I just can't take them.

My body was quite normal. I had abs but that was about it. The rest was just normal. Nothing too special to be honest. Normal bust and butt size for a female girl, nothing really desirable. That was okay. I didn't need a guy telling me I'm hot when I know I already am. Okay maybe not, but I was pretty.

If that doesn't scream we're unrelated I don't know what does.

I smiled back at the caring woman. I mean there was no reason not too; sure I had troubling thoughts but that was no reason to act down and worry her. It's not like she would be able to help me anyway.

"Like usual, I just need you to dry the dishes as I hand them to you," She said, and I nodded following her order.

It was quite easy, I just had to be careful with the silverware. Apparently, they weren't pure silver, so it didn't burn much but it still stung. It just made me question what exactly they were made of.

It wasn't long before we finished with the chore. Afterward, I struck a small conversation "So is dad going to be late again tonight?" I asked my mother. I wondered where exactly he went these nights at our new home. It's not like he has a job, so there is no real excuse to stay out so late. It made me suspicious. I told myself he was a better man than that but, I can't help but think he might be having an affair. Personally, I find it absolutely ludicrous to cheat on such a wonderful woman.

My mother sighed a small frown forming on her face, her eyes gazing intently at our white granite counter type. I felt sympathy for her, she was thinking of the same possibilities I was. I hope we're wrong about this.

"It seems so dear," My mother finally answered.

"It's late and you have school tomorrow, why don't you go to sleep?" My mother then said. I nodded. Though instead of sleeping I would spend a couple of hours on my phone like the (so not) rebellious teenager I am. I gave a quick hug to her, which she returned, and then walked into my room. There was no reason to change out of the basketball shorts and tank top I was in. I grabbed my phone and made sure the door was closed. Turning the lights off and jumped to bed. I listened to music and searched for my social media until the lull of music sent me to the mysterious land of dreams.