Waking up with the metal objects in her room floating in the air is not how Sammy imagined she would wake up on her eighteenth birthday but ever since she was awakened to her dormant abilities, things like this have become her new normal.
However, what isn't normal is experiencing the same nightmare every night for the last four weeks.
A couple of years ago her father was declared missing, presumed to have escaped from his temporary detention cell, but Sammy never believed those rumours for a second.
He wouldn't have left them to suffer. Not without getting some sort of message to them at the very least.
So for some weeks it's been the same cruel reenactment of the day he was taken, hurting a little more each time when she realises how much the image of him has faded in her mind.
"Happy Birthday Sam Sam.” he'd say to her every morning on her special day, her natural locks growing longer each year until they eventually reached all the way down her back.
She got her dark eyes from him, remembering how his sparkled whenever he laughed, which was often with three crazy daughters around.
The twins, Sarah and Summer, took more after their beautiful mother, inheriting her blue eyes, button noses and hair softer than velvet.
Sammy jolts up in bed, looking all around her dimly lit room as her belongings hit the ceiling and walls, pinching a floating pen above her head out of the air to detail the events into her journal.
"Unconscious Metal levitation, inability to affect non-metals, ability to manipulate and reshape metals...what was that other thing again?" she tries to remember her next bullet point but gives up after a while.
Out of the three pillars of magic, she seems to be naturally gifted in Evoking metals of all kinds, scrunching her left hand into a fist whilst running her right hand over her knuckles to return each item back to their original places, imagining herself weaving seams through the blanket of reality.
Once she is all done, Sammy walks into the bathroom and immediately washes her face with freezing water, only noticing her silver glowing irises once she looks at her reflection in the mirror.
She grabs her phone, rummaging through the criminal amount of products covering her side, taking a few shots to document them before moving the originals onto her cloud drive.
A knock on the door makes Sammy's heart jump, twisting herself around to look over her shoulder, accidentally causing a can of spray to tip off the counter.
"Crap!" she hisses, reaching out but not moving fast enough to stop it from rattling on the ground.
"Samantha, is everything alright in there?” Susan asks, pressing her ear against the closed bathroom door.
"Yeah, I just dropped something." she replies, squinting her eyes at the door, willing it to remain closed using her powers.
After what feels like five minutes of silence, Sammy hears her mother giggle, combing a strand of her thin blonde hair behind her ear. "You've always been so clumsy Samantha, you need to be more careful...breakfast in five, ok?"
Sammy listens for the sound of a door closing and before relaxing but even after releasing the breath of air, the weight never leaves her shoulders.
After a brisk shower, Sammy puts on her father's hunter-green jumper with a pair of Khaki jeans before slinking down the stairs to have breakfast with her younger sister, finding the rest of the family already eating.
Their bowls barely have any milk in them since they're running low and the breakfast in the bowl bore her taste buds.
They’ve been eating the same thing for months now and the sight of the no-brand box is officially a stain in the Donovan household; constantly being replaced by a new one as soon as it even starts to fade.
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The Initials | Nanowrimo 2023
Fantasi[Book 1 in the Displaced Angels Series] "You took the life of my best friend, made her life a living hell...so I took your building and everything inside, and turned it into ash." °°° Being abducted the first time was already crazy enough, but twice...
