"What is that?" I ask my mom worriedly
" It's a school in New Orleans, for witches."
" Witches?"
" My mother went there. She had telekinesis like you."
" So you have it too?"
"Oh no, it skipped my generation. I was hoping it would skip yours too."
"Oh..."
" I sent them an email. You leave tomorrow. Start packing."
I run up the stairs and throw some bags on my bed from my closet. The first bag is filled with clothes while the next is filled with shoes and other accessories. In the third I throw every single CD I own... Which includes the three Evanescence CDS: Fallen, The Open Door, and Evanescence.. The three My Chemical Romance CDS: Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge, The Black Parade, and Danger Days: The True Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys. Halestorms two albums: Halestorm, and The Strange Case Of... Along with "Light Me Up" from The Pretty Reckless, Metallica's first album "Kill Em' All", Nirvana's "Nevermind", and every single Fleetwood Mac album.. And I also have "Set The World On Fire" and "We Stitch These Wounds" from Black Veil Brides.. and Flyleafs "Flyleaf" and "Memento Mori". Well.. Now that I look at it all, I have A LOT of CDS.
I gently throw my CD player in that bag and zip it up. Bag with clothes... Check.. Bag with accessories.. Check... Music... Check... Now what else am I missing? Oh right.. The basics.. AKA underwear, bras, socks, toothbrush, and tooth paste. I grab a smaller bag and throw all of those inside it.
The funny thing is, it might seem as if I'm happy about all this, but in reality I'm not. I have to leave EVERYONE behind and go to New Orleans to this boarding school all because I have "powers that I need to learn how to control". Do I seriously seem like Elsa? Because you seem to be treating me like her.
I slide down beside my bed and put my hands to my face and sigh trying not to cry. I slowly begin to feel an arm wrap around me. I put my hands down and look over and
"What's wrong Amy?"
" I'm being forced to leave."
What! No.. No.No.. You can't leave me here Ames"
" I don't have a choice."
He then begins to pull me into a hug and I place my head onto his shoulder and start to cry. He begins to shush me and try to make me stop.
"When are you leaving?"
Tomorrow"
" That barely gives us time to say goodbye."
" I know."
"We need to do something, Amy."
"Like what? You can't leave the house."
"I'll think of something"
And just like that he disappears. And then just like that.. The doorbell rings. I slowly make my way up and walk down stairs. I open the door only to see a police officer at my door.
"Can I help you?" I ask
"Is your mother home?"
"Yes.. Why? What's going on?" "Let me speak to your mother please."
"MOM!" I shout and she quickly runs over.
"Wh-what's going on?" She asks looking at both of us.
" Your husband.. Was found.. On the side of the street.. Dead."
I can tell my mother is starting to cry. I don't cry. I just stand there.. In disbelief.
"He's not dead. No! He can't be!" I say and my mother then begins to start sobbing.
" I'm sorry" The officer says and slowly leaves.
I look over at my mom and then beginning to start crying in her shoulder.
A/N:
So, so , so, sorry for the really long wait!! I've just been so busy the past few months that I've never actually gotten the chance to sit down and write. And also sorry that this chapter was short.. It was kind of rushed!
Anyway, continue to be fabulous!
Until next time,
-Ashley
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