The unknown is the scariest thing on the planet. Death is the unknown. However, I do not fear death like most do. I have locked eyes with it more times than I could recall and yet it does not make my heart freeze nor does it make my hands shake. I feel numb at the thought of death. How it mercilessly snatches away lives with its nimble fingers.
For with death comes grief. Grief affects me, like it affected my mother. Grief leads to depression. Depression leads to suicide if not treated, and thus the cycle continues.
Yet standing here, staring into the eyes of death yet again, I felt afraid. Afraid like I was going to actually succumb to it this time, not survive like usual. Perhaps my time had finally come.
My body felt like it was floating as my eyes closed tightly, my arms instantly shielding my head. "Always protect your head and torso," my mother had said, "You need to protect your vital organs, sweetie." A tear came to my eyes at the thought of her, however I didn't allow it to fall. Instead I allowed myself to merge into the darkness like sinking into water.
Amelia was always told that the unknown should stay unknown. That secrets are meant to stay hidden. And lies should be believed.
She knew that others were not raised the same way as her, and that her family were more secretive than most. This did not bother her, and despite her curious nature, did not delve deeper.
That was until she inherited her father's old journal. Reading through it, she decided to relive his memories stored in the leather bound book, by travelling to Seattle and staying there for a few weeks.
However, she did not expect to meet a peculiar golden eyed male that had an odd attraction and possessiveness towards her. And who also shared the same name as someone mentioned in her father's journal. Coincidence? I think not.
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