Chapter 2: My Massive Strength
I woke up in my bed, fully clothed. I felt weak but again, muscular. I use my strength to get up even though I could still feel the pain in my stomach and back. I walk in front of the mirror. I look perfectly fine but I really am not. Was it all just a dream? I questioned myself. I lifted up my shirt a bit to see if my stomach or back was any different. My stomachs had a large scar struck across in a straight line. I gasped in fear knowing that it wasn't a dream of mine. I turned around and I see my back a extremely long scar line that went diagonal. I quickly put down my shirt and I see my eye changing color. I looked into the mirror and my eyes went from a dark brown color into a bright red. I fell back shaking in fear. I couldn't believe what was happening. Is this just a second dream? I quickly got up and pinched myself, I felt the pain so it wasn't a dream. I quickly looked into the mirror and I see my eyes fall back into my dark brown shade of color. "Amy!" My mother has shouted. "Yes?" I shout back. "Get ready and come down in about 30 minutes! I need to have a chat with you!" My mother shouted. I quickly grabbed a pair of pants and shirt and set it out as I ran off to go get a shower. As I quickly stripped, I saw in the mirror, an odd thing that I've never seen on my shoulder. It wasn't a birthmark, it wasn't a scar. It was far to wide and big to be a scar. I leaned closer into the mirror and see a odd symbol that was marked into my body. It looked like someone has grabbed a sharp-thick knife and carved a symbol deep into my body. I quickly hopped into the shower hopping everything was just a sick joke. But then again, there's a queasy feeling in my scarred stomach telling me that it's not. As I finished showing and clothing I ran downstairs. "Mom I'm ready! What do you need to tell me?" I say trying to act normal. "Honey, you're 18 now. I think it's best that you finally get your first job. Your father who works 24/7 can't treat you like a little baby anymore. You need to understand that." My mom said. My fist clenched into the stone table of ours. "Why do I need a job? Dad always have the money." I said knowing that I sound like a spoiled brat. "Don't be so spoiled! Your after does not have an endless amount of money! You need to understand that! Don't be a complete, selfish, fool!" My mom said. "I AM NOT A FOOL!" I said, without any control, I punched The stone table. It crumbled into pieces. I look over at my mom and I see her speechless, shaking with fear. She wasn't the only one who was shaking in fear. I look at my hand and see it undamaged. What is this mysterious power? "Now you're defiantly going to need a job to pay for that. Usually you're a weak twig. I'm guessing while your father ah custody of you trained you. But I've never seen anyone punch a stone table into piece without a single scratch in their hands.." My mom said shaking in fear trying to act normal. I began shaking, clenching t jaw together to keep it from chattering. "I'll go out and look for a job.." I said in despair. "Okay. Honey, I would pay for the table but you know that I am not as rich as your father. I'm sorry but it's time to stop being lazy." My mom said. I grabbed my purse and walked out. What's happening to me? I punched the stone table in anger and it shattered into micro-pebbles. My mom was shaking in fear. I past a store called "Smack N' Shack", that had a help wanted sign. I walk in and it sure had a crowd of people. Maybe I could get a job here. My friend Mary Jane works here. She always tells me how good the pay is here. So I figured, why not work here?