Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
AMELIA
The heat was unbearable.
I could not get close enough without feeling the wall of inferno against every inch of my exposed skin. The girl laid a few feet behind me where I dragged her while the sounds of the wood cracking and the floorboards splitting resonated throughout the trees around us. The screams of the people trapped swam around me in a horrendous wind. I ran once more for the door as a man came barreling out. He grabbed my waist and lifted me with superhuman strength, carried me back to a safe distance and set me down. He locked his eyes to mine, demanding I stay put, before he ran back into the house. The screams grew to begging, pleading, sobbing, and I held my hands to my ears in attempt to block them out. There was a ringing in my ears as I collapsed to the dirt. I raised my head to be met with the man once again, but different, worse.
*
I never expected Mel to disappear like she has.
It's been a full weekend since she found out about being adopted and ran off. Two days. Derek has been looking for her but so far nothing. Which is surprising given the werewolf tracking powers.
Dad has been a wreck and so has Stiles. I don't think any of us have really slept. I've been staying in Stiles' room every night because he knows how to handle my almost panic attacks and vise versa. He and Nix have morning practice today and they both decided I had to come.
So here I am bright and early on a Monday morning, ready for lacrosse.
It's not like I had anything else to do. Except worry. I needed something to keep my mind off of everything - at least that's what Nixon told me when he picked me up this morning. I don't think he was expecting me to be laying down on the bleachers half asleep while he was lacing up his net one row below me. Then again he knows me pretty well so he probably saw this coming. Derek's here too, I can tell by the incredible sense of annoyance radiating off of him from the other end of the bleachers when Scott and Stiles come out from the locker room.
"You doing alright over there, gorgeous?" Nix asks with a soft smile as he finishes with his net.
"Peachy." I answer sarcastically and readjust my head on my arm then close my eyes. I hear him spin around on the bleachers so his whole body is facing me but I keep my eyes closed.
"M, I know all of this is stirring up memories of the fire.." He trails off and I feel myself tense.
"How did you know that?" I ask as if it's not obvious and try to push away the images from my mind.
"Because it is for me." He says quietly, now I open my eyes. His brown ones are filled with regret and I furrow my brows at him.
