Chapter 1- Pilot (part 1)

I was in a box. Water started seeping in through edges of it. Crawling back into the corner, a drop of it touched my hand. It ate through the flesh, all the way to the bone. The pain was excruciating. It hurt too much. I couldn't let it get to me. Suddenly, the box opened. Standing in front of me was a man with black hair and icy blue eyes. He pulled me out of the box and into his arms. I didn't know who he was but I felt safe. He stepped aside, letting go of me. I missed the feeling, but I quickly dismissed the fact. Because in front of me was a boy that looked younger than me. But that wasn't the problem. He had fangs and veins coming from his eyes. He hissed and lunged towards me.

"Amelia, get up," I heard a voice say. It sounded familiar, like I had known the owner of it forever. Opening my eyes, I saw Elena peering down at me.

Elena's my younger twin sister. I love her, but sometimes, she can be too much to deal with. Especially right now. I need to know what happened.

"Come on, we're going to be late," she said, walking towards the door.

"I'm coming, hold on," I grumbled, tossing the covers off and getting out of bed, slightly angry that she disturbed my dream.

She paused for a moment, looking back at me.

"You okay?" She asked me.

Looking at her I wish that I could tell her about the guilt that kept haunting me, tormenting me in my dreams. How I felt knowing that I could have changed their fate. How I could have, unknowingly, changed all of our lives forever. How it would be like if they were still here. It would have happy, we would have been happy. Elena wouldn't have been so sad. Jeremy wouldn't have turned to drugs. Jenna wouldn't be stuck raising us. So many things would have changed. But I couldn't. I can never let them know. She's my little sister. I can't burden her with this. I can't burden anyone with this. I can never let them know.

"I'm fine. Now shoo. Go on," I said, waving her out of my room. Pulling out some ripped jeans, a blue and white striped top, and some blue flats, I got ready, the dream still in my head.

I walked downstairs, going into the kitchen where Aunt Jenna was scrambling around.

"Toast. I can make toast," she said, walking around as Elena came down. She was probably writing in her diary again, it's her way of coping. Self centered much, I had once teased her. But that was before our parents died. Now it was different.

"It's all about the coffee, Aunt Jenna," she said pouring herself some. I must take that. Coffee…

"Is there coffee?" Jeremy asked, looking like he was going to take Elena's from her. Oh no, he did not put his eyes on my precious coffee. Mine.

Walking over to Elena before Jeremy could take it, I grabbed it from her and took a sip. It needed more sugar. Putting some in, I turned around to face them.

"For me, yeah. You two, I don't know," I said, sticking my tongue out, with the two of them glaring at me.

"It's your first day of school and I'm completely unprepared. Lunch money?" She asked, spinning around and holding a hand out with money in it.

"We're good," Elena said and I half-heartedly nodded in agreement.

Jeremy hesitated, but he took the money.

"Anything else? A number two pencil? What am I missing?" She asked, looking at us panicked.

"Don't you have a big presentation today?" I asked, remembering her saying something about it the night before. Something about a thesis?

"I'm meeting with my thesis advisor at… now. Crap!" She said, looking very panicked, scrambling around to get things done.

Ha!

"Then go. We'll be fine," she spoke gently.

When Jenna left and we were about to leave, Elena turned to Jeremy, who didn't look pleased at the attention.

"You ok?" She asked, searching his face like it held the answers.

Jeremy rolled his eyes at her.

"Don't start," he said, walking out the door.

Elena sighed sadly and looked out the window where Bonnie's car was waiting.

"Come on, Bonnie's here," I said, grabbing my bag and walking out the door with her on my heels.

"So Grams is telling me I'm psychic," Bonnie started once we got in. Our ancestors were from Salem, witches and all that, I know, crazy, but she's going on and on about it, and I'm like, put this woman in a home already!" I laughed. "But then I started thinking, I predicted Obama and I predicted Heath Ledger, and I still think that Florida will break off and turn into a little resort island."

"Elena! Back in the car!" I said teasingly causing Elena to look back at us like she had been caught doing something really bad.

"I did it again, didn't I?" She asked, looking at us questioningly like she was hoping we would say no.

I nodded at her.

"Yeah."

"I- I'm sorry, Bonnie. You were telling me that…"

"That I'm psychic now," she said nodding.

I looked out the window. There was a crow

"Right," Elena said disbelievingly. "Ok, then predict something. About me."

"I see..."

Bonnie was cut off by a crow hitting the car. We all jumped. Wasn't it just on the stop sign a few seconds ago?

"What was that?!" Bonnie said, looking panicked. "Oh my god! Amelia, Elena, are you okay?"

"It's ok, we're fine," I said, looking at Elena. I knew on the inside she really wasn't, but I also knew that she wanted to act like it. Act like she was perfectly fine, like nothing had happened to us.

"It was like a bird or something," she said looking at us. "A crow," I said probably cutting into what she was saying. "It came out of nowhere."

"Really, we can't be freaked out by cars for our entire life," she said and I nodded in agreement.

"I predict this year is going to be kick ass. And I predict all the sad and dark times are over and you are going to be beyond happy," Bonnie said, looking absolutely positive.

I looked at her, frowning.

"You can't predict that."

Elena turned around in her seat, glaring at me.

"It's true," I said, turning to the window, watching the world go by.

If only they understood, a voice whispered in my head. It was soft and very frail, but also soothing to the headache that was starting to grow. I nodded along, confused as to where the voice was coming from, but I didn't really care about it at the moment. Looking back, I wished that I had, regretting ignoring the signs when they were right in front of me. I could have stopped it all. All I had to do was listen.

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