Amy Flemming | After the Flames

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Amy Flemming's POV

With force somebody rips the handle to exit the room, off the wall and then pushes me against the wall. The push was so hard that I needed some time to get myself back up again but then realize that the bookcase is moving back into its place. It closes of the entrance. "NO! Let me out!!" I yell and push against the bookcase. I hit the bookcase with force, trying open it but it is no use. "LET ME OUT!!!!!!" I yell but it doesn't help because the bookcase doesn't move.

I shoot up, waking up from this nightmare that has been haunting me ever since that night. It is one of the things that I have got from that night, including a scar on head due to me hitting my head while trying to figure my way out of the room and my upper leg since a pillar cut my leg. My hands go through my hair before I get out of my bed. After a long shower, I change into a thick fuzzy sweater, a black pair of jeans and a pair of warm slippers before running down the stairs in the home where John and Linda live in when they aren't in Madrid. After being released from the hospital, I stayed here for the rest of the time.

Aunt Linda has made me breakfast which I finish before running up the set of stairs again to begin packing. I look over at the suitcase that is opened on my bed. After 3 months, it is time to go back to Hemmingway House. The place which has been closed for three months after the fire. Due to the fire damage, the board members decided to close down the school until after the Christmas break. The drawers in the dressers are cleared out as the pile of clothing goes into my suitcase before grabbing the book that I have been reading through out this time.

A knock is heard on my bedroom door as I pack my bag. "Come in." I tell the person on the other side. Uncle John opens the door before walking inside and closing the door behind him. "Aunt Linda, asked me to hand you these." He tells me as he hands me the pile of fresh clothing. "Thank you." I say with a smile before laying them down on the pile. "You excited to go back there?" He asks me since he knows how much I have missed everybody. "Yes but I am nervous." I admit as I look at the picture of Valerie and I on my nightstand. "That I understand. You will be okay." Uncle John tells me with a smile.

"There is something I have to tell you." He tells me before he passes me a notebook. It looks like he has had it for a while. "When your father and I were going to the school, we found out about the saviour being brought into the world." He tells me. "Your dad found the room one day when he was looking for around in the library. He needed a book for a school project, probably some on the ancient Greece." He tells me. "We didn't share a room anymore since we were some pranksters pulling trouble whenever we could but I would be the first that he would tell it to." Uncle John smiles before continuing. "We discovered the whole room before sharing it with our friends in the house. Some housemates would catch us in the library and joined later."

"Ever since finding out about the saviour, we tried to figured out who it could be. We even matched the silhouette and drawings to other people in the house but then realized that the saviour couldn't be in our presence yet." He explains. "We have spent the years trying to figure out things about the device and stop the Maluvays." He looks at his hands. "After we all graduated, we divided all of our evidence between the people that knew. Some probably got rid of them since they thought it was all fake or wasn't important to them anymore. We swore each other to never talk to anybody about it." He smiles as I look through the notebook, finding pictures, notes or other things written down inside of it. "That is Suzy." He says as we come across a picture. There is a picture of Uncle John and my dad when they were younger with a girl. "Your dad and I both fancied her at some point. She was just as passionate about it as we were." Uncle John says with a smile. "The three of us never got rid of the items that we found."

"When you were born and growing up, we realized that you started to look like the girl in the drawings and silhouettes that Gerald Hemmingway had predicted." He explains. "The moment your father realized this he wanted you move to the boarding house in case something happened to him and your mother. He wanted you to be safe in the house." He tells me. "And that ended up happening." I add. He nods. "Then I got the offered the transfer to Madrid." Uncle John confirms. "I believed and agreed with your dad on that decision."

"You are safe. The school has taken precautions but I understand if you do not want to attend it anymore." I stop him. "I want to live there. I like it there and have my friends." He smiles and gives me a hug. "You sure?" He asks me before looking at me again. "Yes." I smile at him before he pulls out something from his pocket. It is a black velvet box. "Here, this is for you." I take the box and open it. I look inside and see a rose quarts ring inside of it. I recognize it like no other. "This was my mothers." I look over at him. "Your father gave this ring to her when she graduated for collage." I nod and smile. "Aunt Clarissa, gave it to you on their funeral but were too upset to ever wear it." He tells me. "You might want to wear it now." Uncle John tells me. I wipe away my tears as I slide it on my finger.

"Before you go back, I want you to know that your dad, Suzy and I hid all of our stuff somewhere in the house. I want you to find it."...