Chapter 3: As If I could Hate Life More….
Disclaimer: // Okay so chapter 2 was a flashback. It seems we should now head on to the present to see how Nora is managing. Anyways I own nothing. This story plot is mine as in not yours, but hence the original one isn't mine.
Present day……
I woke up with a scream. Breathing in trying to maintain some level of calm wasn't working. My hands shaking, rigid breath, and body soaked in perspiration worsened the matter. This hadn't been the first time since it happened that I dreamt of nightmares. No, this was one more time I could add to the ongoing list of hell. For once I just wanted to forget, move forward, and never look back. So why couldn't I?
I realized that sleep was no longer an option. Shifting over, I rolled off the bed. It was late morning, I had overslept. I shuffled around my flat hoping the boss man would show me some mercy this fine day. Going to the fireplace I grabbed some floo powder and called out Ministry of Magic. Stumbling out at the opposite end I frowned. Even after growing up with magic I was never going to get used to the stupid ways of magical traveling.
I ducked my head and walked briskly over to my department. Being a ministry member sucked. I was here was for one reason, I was a hunter. This meant I was to chase down the demonic sources of the worlds. It was something most people saw as a good thing. The power to be a hunter came with great responsibility. I saw it as a curse, not some blessing that most people say it is. I walked in to the office as quietly as possible, but it didn't stop me from being recognized.
With a big boom the door closed, not as gracefully as I hoped might I add. "Jakson there is a letter on your desk for you," O'Brian yelled over.
"Thanks…do you know if Wes is in yet?" I questioned back to her.
"No, he left for a meeting earlier…you're safe."
Perfect, now I could do my work without a giant lecture. AS I reached my desk I saw a letter. The writing clearly stated it was from a girl it read:
Dear Miss Jackson,
I was wondering if perhaps you might be able to tell me anything about the day you and your peers were attacked. The 5th of May is my memory is correct. I know it may seem that I am asking a lot, but your help would be wonderful. Please write me back.
Sincerely yours,
Kay Michelson
Wow okay this ends the chapter. Obviously the story is just beginning. Review Please!
