Forbidden Enchantment (Book One)

Forbidden Enchantment: Chapter 13

[Sorry for not uploading in 2 weeks! So much stuff going on... and *coughcough* reading *coughcough* Anyway! First day of Xmas Hols so this is my gift to you! xD Btw: The roads are terrible, we have no water so we are living like hobos at the moment... but hobos with electricity so that means I don't have plans for these few weeks except write... Lucky me... -_- This chapter may make you love me, or hate me... er.... yah.... some time period changes but you should be able to keep up! Lol, Adios! :D]

Recap....

Wait; this hallway looked startlingly familiar. Dark hallways, slightly dusty... empty classrooms.

Oh no.

Before I could turn around, Aaron had slammed my body up against the wall.

‘I have to do this,’ he spoke gruffly, more to himself than to me.

Goosebumps formed on my arms as he raised his hands and wrapped them around my neck.

Heart thudding, breathing heavily, I looked up into the eyes that belonged to a killer.

Chapter 13: Reliving the Past

 The concept of death, for most people was a delicate subject to talk about, spoken in hushed tones or indeed, not at all. Years ago, people had been much more open about these matters but now it seemed as if it was something that just fell through the cracks. Always on the boundaries yet no one cared to talk about it.

For me though, it was always a little different. Sometimes I even thought I had been born a few decades too late. Death was something that intimidated me, like it would do to any other person, but with me, it was something I constantly thought about, probably since I always seemed to be surrounded with it. The first time was probably that fateful plane crash all those years ago, which for some reason had sparked the beginning of the nightmares. I never did talk about it to others, even the twins. I told people the facts concerning it – what happened and why – but I never did give my own account it. I did my best not to think about it wither because that was the easiest thing to do in the end.

For what I saw was unspeakable for any other three year old girl to witness. I still remember the day, which continues to surprise me and make me wonder why. Why did I remember this day in so much detail, as if it had happened a few weeks ago, and not almost a decade and a half ago. I know that since the day had been ‘’different’’ to the average day it would cause my memory to hold on it for longer, but from my knowledge, remembering the extent at what I remembered wasn’t exactly ‘’normal’’. Go figure.

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The flight from Barcelona to New York had been an exceptionally long one. It was my first time on an aeroplane, so naturally I grew bored within the range of zero to ten minutes. I was not afraid od of that huge piece of machinery, but was rather amazed by it.

‘Mommy! Mommy!!’ I tugged at my mother’s pale yellow sundress, the one with the little embroidered cream flowers. I pointed at the colossal beast sitting outside the large window. ‘How does it work?’

Yes, it was the age of ‘Why this? Why that? How does that work?’ I was never short of questions.

My mother – Abella Anne Newberry née Gonzalez looked down at me through her overly large circular sunglasses. They reminded me of those models from the magazines she read. I told her this earlier that morning and she had laughed, saying, ‘I wish.’

‘Because of the wings, Feather’, Mommy answered. She had nicknamed me ‘Feather’ because I was as “soft and delicate as a flower flying in the wind”. Mommy was an apt poet and was famous in her home town (and my birthplace), Aguilas, for her heart warming poetry and art pieces. She was different, my Mommy, and she was perfect just the way she was.