The Girl Who Changes

Chapter 17

Everything that Ashton told me was swirling around my brain, too much was happening, and I wouldn't be able to sleep. So, I decide to read the story. Ashton was right, it was definitely about my life. My life before everything. I remember some parts, the parts where I was running, the fear I felt for Ali, Nat and John. But I don't know why I was afraid.

I only had vague recollections of feelings. That's about it, flashes of buildings and trees. And a whole lot of emotions. I couldn't help but feel disappointed, everyone downstairs so clearly wanted me to remember something. I just can't.

Now, even more emotion and information was swirling around my head, there was no chance I would be able to sleep. I only wanted to sleep earlier because it would help my headache. If I had truly been out for 2 days, why should I be tired? Besides, after reading the story the pain was just a dull throb. I've had worse.

Hoping that no one was downstairs, I decided to risk it and get food. Maybe that would help.

Slowly I creep down the stairs, avoiding the squeaks by walk down the sides. I could hear the voices of people out at the front door, it sounded like Nat and John were saying goodbye to Tina and G.

Thankful that I could make my way safely to the kitchen I continued on my way.

I was about to walk into the kitchen when I heard the fridge door open, I stop just before I walk through the arch and wait. I really just didn't want to talk to anyone.

I could tell it was Ali because of her scent. Wait, what?

How could anyone possibly know someone by their scent? I don't have some super sense, never have.

Even as I am questioning myself the smell of flowers fill the room. Getting so sweet it made me think someone had shoved a flower up my nose.

But the more I smell it, the more it reminds me of the subtle perfume Ali had bought and forced on me. I could never forget that day. I stank for days after.

Surely Ali wouldn't ask me many questions. Surely she'd let me get food and go back to my room.

Deciding against my better judgement I went into the kitchen.

All that questioning before made me just miss her, she left the kitchen out the other door just as I stood in.

Oh well, means I can just get my food and go. A better option than talking.

Before I could even make my way to the fridge I see that same man standing at the window, this time not hiding behind any trees or lurking at the bottom of the yard. Standing right at the window staring at me. Shamelessly.

I doublecheck that no one was around me and walk around to the door that will lead me to the man.

The second I step outside my nose is filled with the scent of roses and pecans. I definitely knew that smell from somewhere.

The combination of the smell, the intimidating scar running down his face, it just feels as though everything is stacked against me these days. I'm apparently some wolf-faerie-witch-vampire hybrid that doesn't remember. I mean come on, who would forget that?

"Hello Ashley, how has your day been?"

"Like shit, so you better not be some creep intended to kill me. I am sick of everything. I know you, but I can't remember where from. Everyone is trying to tell me I'm someone who I'm not."

"You know, I can help you. And I'm not some creep. You can trust me."

"Yeah right," I snorted, "trust someone who I can't even remember over people I've known for years. Why are you here?"