The Unnaturals

5 - Georgia Ales

Georgia POV

For me, there was no discovery. Just pain and sadness.

My family isn't the greatest. Actually, they're probably the worst. I haven't talked to them in years, but that doesn't erase the memory of what happened that month.

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My grandpa wasn't the most stable person ever. He couldn't stand on his own 2 feet to save his life. I wasn't surprise when he took the fall down the stairs.

Now, I was five at the time, so I didn't really understand, but I knew enough. There was a big gash on his head, and his hips didn't line up with his shoulders anymore, and it was a horrifying sight all together.

I stood by while my family huddled around him, my mom and nana shouting commands at everyone and each other. It took them a while to realize I had been standing there, which wasn't surprising, considering I was practically invisible to them all. My mom tried to shoo me out of the room, but I'm stubborn, and demanded that I stayed.

After they had him stable, I knelt down, grabbing his hand. It was cold and rough, but I held it anyways. I channeled all my strength, just hoping that he would be okay. His skin was going pale and his breathing was slowing, and I was terrified. I took all those horrible things I was feeling and put them towards him, hoping that by some miracle it would make him better.

And that's just what it did.

He squirmed a little, then his back bent back into place. The gash on his head began to seal up, like a zipper, and the bleeding stopped. The color slowly began to return to his face and lips and he took a deep breath and shot up with a yell. I backed up, mystified by what I had done. Had I done that?

Yes. Yes I had.

Everyone in my family looked at me, bewildered. My mother looked horrified. My nana looked relieved. My dad looked confused, as well as my grandpa.

"What the hell?" My mom wondered aloud. She looked up at me. "Did you do that?"

I did not answer her.

"Answer me, goddammit! Did you do that?" She was shrieking now.

"I-" I was confused. I didn't know what was going on. "I don't know."

My mother muttered a curse under her breath that I couldn't quite hear. "Go to your room. We'll talk about this later."

I went to my room, knowing it was what was best for me. I could hear everyone yelling in the livinf room for the rest of that night. My mother had never been in her right mind, and she was shouting about witchcraft and possession and all that. I would learn to understand as I got older.

The next morning, my mother summoned me out into the living room. She was sitting on the loveseat next to my dad, my nana and grandpa on the couch. My mother looked angry, horrified even. I was afraid of what she was going to do.

"Sit." She gestured to the chair that she had moved from the dining room to the center of the living room. I took a seat, gripping the edges of the chair.

"Now," she said. "I want you to tell me who you are and what you've done to my daughter."

"Come, on dear," my father sighed, "this is ridiculous. Clearly, it's just a big misunderstanding-"

"Who are you and what have you done to my daugher?" She yelled at the top of her lungs, ignoring my dad.

I began to cry. "I- I'm Georgie. I'm your daught-"

"Enough with the lies. What are you, a witch? A demon sent from hell? What do you want with my little girl?"

"Celine, dear," my grandma said. "You need to calm down."