06/29/2013

A/N: So there were most votes for Emmett to come back so here. The days might not match up to the game because I'm stretching them for story purposes but it will still be 30 days. The italic passages are flashbacks.

"Uh, yeah, sure, thanks" I answered finally. The boy would've looked quite dapper with his tie, button-up shirt, and handkerchief in his pocket...if said handkerchief wasn't covered in blood. He took a step back as if to leave.

"But wait...you're leaving aren't you? How are you going to give it back to me?"

"I-I don't know yet! But I-I'll return it to you somehow! I promise!" Emmett stuttered. Before I could respond the train let out a warning whistle, startling the both of us. "Oh no! I have a train to catch...! I-I gotta go now! B-bye!"

He half-ran to get the train, which left as soon as he stumbled in. I sighed. Everyone here has somewhere to go, somewhere to be. I'm stuck here, in a time where I shouldn't exist. Then a thought struck me. When/if I get home, all these people will be dead. Emmett, Roland, and Nathan...they're all dead. Dead people. I'm touching dead people. As soon as I felt my throat constrict and my eyes sting, I ran out, not wanting to breakdown in the middle of a train station. Looking back, I guess I could've just said that a loved one just left, but I ran anyways. I managed to make it behind the warehouse before the tears overflowed. Too preoccupied sobbing, I didn't realize I had fallen to the ground until I had started ripping out the overgrown grass. It was the horrible kind of sobbing, more painful wails and dying animal noises than actual tears.

"Mooommyy! I-I w-want to go hoomee!" I cradled my legs to my chest and rocked myself.

"Shh honey, it's okay" My mother whispered in my ear, I could smell her honey lip balm. I shook my head against her chest, my arms clutched around her neck as if for dear life. I felt like it was. I was twelve-years-old, my grandfather just died. I used to go over his house everyday, he would cook for me then we'd sit on the back porch and wait for the sun to set as we talked and told each other stories. He would smoke; the disgusting smell was also somewhat comforting. In the end that's what had killed him. I remember the last time I saw him, we were at the hospital, my mom, dad, Teddy. They had brought Teddy and Landon along to keep me company. We sat in the visitor room and watched TV while I drew pictures. I got the idea to color in a cutout heart and put the word 'poppy' in the middle. Poppy was what I called him, my mom said one of my cousins started it when she was little and we all followed. Teddy waited while I walked over to my Poppy's room, weeks before his death and he already looked like a corpse. His face was sullen and pale and laid still like he was already dead. This was not the man that laughed with me and carried me on his shoulders. I gave my dad the heart to give to Poppy; I could see the tears in his eyes.

"Look, dad" he said, his voice cracking. Poppy turned his head, not to look at the heart but at me, and smiled. It was like looking at a familiar stranger, I must know him but something told me I didn't.

I moved my head from my mom's chest, "I-I-I-" I tired to talk but was interrupted with a wail.

"What honey?" My mom ran her fingers through my hair, pulling my head back down.

"I didn't smile back!" With that everything unleashed. I nearly fell out of my mothers lap. My mouth opened up but the cry was stuck in my throat until it finally came out like a dying whimper.

"Oh honey" I thought that my mom might've been crying but her voice remained calm as she started to rock me. I closed my eyes and the wailing stopped and soon, so did the tears.

The sun had started to go down when I heard footsteps approaching.

I was sprawled in front of my mirror in tears. I was ten-years-old, a girl at school made fun of me for being ugly. I never thought I was but now looking into the mirror, I could see what she saw. My nose was too small and my hair too unmanageable. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I tried to wipe my eyes but the door was already opening.

"Amy? You okay?" My dad asked before he noticed my tears. Feeling helpless, I could only look up at him feeling the tears start to overflow again. Not saying anything, he stepped forward and scooped me up into his arms.

"Honey, what happened?" He asked as I wrapped my arms and legs around him.
"W-why am I s-so ugly?" I asked between sobs. My dad just shook his head.

"Amy, you are so beautiful, the first time I saw you I was sure that an angel gave us her baby." I smiled through my tears.

"Amy!?" I could hear someone, Nathan I think, called out. I bit my bottom lip, trying to keep in my sobs, and wiped at my eyes. "You're usually home by now...I was asking around and Roland said he thought he saw you run back here."

I had to take a few deep breaths before I could speak. "I'm fine." I told him even though he never asked.

"Did someone...?" He started to ask. I was sure he was trying to think of someone who would be mean to me, and couldn't.

"No. No. I just want to go home."

Misunderstanding me, Nathan crouched down and grabbed my hand "All right, let's go."

When I was eleven-years-old I slept over my neighbor's house, they had a daughter about my age and had just moved in. I spent the whole day there, having fun. We played her computer games (Mostly Zoo Tycoon type games), and danced to her music. She had a huge, furnished, basement that had computers and a TV so that's where I hung out and then set up our sleeping bags. It was fun...until it got dark. She insisted on watching scary stories, not wanting to appear lame to my new friend, I complied. The movie wasn't too bad, nothing I couldn't put up with. That is, until it got to the climax and you could actually see the bloody deaths. I pleaded with her to pause it, saying that I was tired but she just called me a baby. I put up with it all night. She put in movie after movie until one o'clock in the morning. I didn't sleep a wink. When it was time for me to leave, the girl's mother said that I could just walk home. Even in daylight, I was terrified to be by myself, even for a second. She ended up calling my parents, making it seem like a big hassle. I cried tears of relief when my dad got there.

"It's okay, honey. I'm taking you home."

When we got back to Nathan's house, he asked me if I needed anything, I told him I didn't. I changed into one of the nightgowns Nathan bought for me when I first got here and sat down on my bed before immediately getting back up. Getting an urge to clean, I gathered what clothes I had carelessly thrown on the floor and folded them by my door for Nathan to wash. Normally I would do it myself but I wasn't sure what kind of washing machines they had 100 years in the past. Next I went next door to the bathroom to wash my face from my tears and to brush my teeth. Once I was feeling better and cleaner I opened my wardrobe and organized my clothes in order of color. For a brief moment I debated stepping in and trying to find Narnia. I smiled before closing the doors and walking over to the nightstand. There was a small door on it that I never thought of opening, until now. I expected nothing but the child-side of me hoped for something magical, maybe something that could get me home. Instead, there was simply a pile of books, which admittedly was pretty magical. I choose one and settled into bed with it. Being a hundred years old, it took some getting used to but was nowhere near as bad as I had thought.

When I woke up in the morning I didn't remember falling asleep. The book I was reading was bookmarked and sitting on the nightstand, showing that Nathan had came in sometime during the night. I yawned and half-collapsed back in bed. I laughed, thinking 'most teenagers stay up all night partying before waking up tired. I just cry and read old books'. I dozed off again for exactly ten minutes. Having a room with a wall of clocks made you aware of these things. Finally getting downstairs, I smelt Nathan cooking in the kitchen and heard my belly rumble as I walked in.

"I already ate but I didn't want to wake you. You had a rough night," He said, scrambling the eggs. I felt a daughterly love for him, or maybe a sisterly love. Which made me wonder, how old is Nathan? He was the kind of person that looked like he could be my age, twenty, or thirty. I sat at the table and ate my eggs while Nathan went to his office to work on his clocks. I thought about getting home again but decided not to think about it. If Landon's smart enough to get me here in the first place, he would be smart enough to get me back to my own time. Plus, the people were nice here, I had friends, which might make it hard when I have to leave them all, but I'll worry about that when we get there. For right now, I was all right, I was happy.

A/N: So I tried to focus more on Amy with this chapter. Hope I improved in the two years!

DarkThoughts90 and delcatty546: If you still want me to do those requests, I'll get on that.

Also, I took the names you voted for Amy to be with and got Emmett but if you want there could be a love-triangle?