Watching Amelia

Chapter 2

a/n: Amelia to the side

The water was warm dripping from every aspect of my body. It was hot enough to create steam over every inch of the clean-polished bathroom.

I didn't have to open my eyes to know there was steam everywhere, I could feel the thickness in the air. Each breath I took felt heavy.

I sighed, letting the water fall down against my head and over my shoulders, running into the tub's drain.

The fight between Caleb and I had pissed off Jake and made me feel like shit.

Carmen's family didn't need any arguing right now. They didn't need someone who couldn't keep herself alive. Right now, Carmen's family didn't need me around, as pathetic as I was.

Carmen would've never allowed me to think this way. She would've caught ahold of such bewildered thoughts and crushed them before they had time to plant any unnecessary emotions.

My Carmen... How I missed her.

I missed the way she would caress my cheek in her palm and the way she would know to play with my hair when I was having a bad day. I didn't have that anymore. I didn't have the one woman I loved to hold me close to her at night. Carmen was no longer around to keep these thoughts away, or to visit the world with me.

I let out a soft sigh, still standing under the hot water from the shower. Tears began to fall slowly from my eyes, but the water from the shower head beaded over them quickly, I assumed there was no difference between my tears and the water.

I had already bathed myself, so I wasn't really sure why I still stood under the shower. Maybe to regulate my thoughts as best I could.

Being in the shower was the only place I could be alone with the mess of thoughts I had going through my head just about every second. It gave me time to think about what happened, what was missing, and what was important now. Being alone in such a relaxing mood gave me the strength to feel better- slightly- but it was still better.

When the water started turning cold is when I turned off the shower. I couldn't shower in the cold- felt like I was trapped in Antarctica or something.

I peeled the curtains back and grabbed the large, fluffy towel waiting neatly folded for me on the toilet seat. I wrapped the towel around myself and grabbed another from beneath the sink to wrap around my hair.

The mirror had been fogged from all the steam, so I wiped it with my hand. I wasn't prepared for what I would see.

There in the mirror was Carmen. The Carmen from my nightmare just last night. Her face had been bleeding from the gashes over it. Her once shimmering caramel eyes were now pitch black- no emotion. The blood gushing from her chest seemed to melt against the mirror and leak down with the little mist droplets that slid from the slippery surface.

"N-No!!" I screamed, lifting my hand over my mouth in terror.

The image in the mirror continued to stare down at me as I slid myself down the bathroom wall. I held the towel covering my body close to me as a shield to protect me from the emotions flooding over me... it didn't work.

I closed my eyes and let out another loud shriek before I heard banging on the door. When I opened my eyes, the image in the mirror had disappeared. I scrambled on the drenched floor and ran towards the bathroom door. I unlocked it as fast as possible with slippery fingers and threw it open. The first person I laid my eyes on was Jake.

He rushed close to me and wrapped me in his arms. The towel wrapping my head had fallen off- which allowed my dripping hair to soak his shirt, but he didn't seem to mind as he held me tightly. Tears sprung from my eyes and fell over my cheeks, clinging to the fabric of Jake's shirt while I pressed my face into his chest.