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Today is one of those days when Amelia is home alone.
She no longer needs her nanny; who despite being a rather sweet old woman, the only thing she used to do was sleep on the couch. Although the times when Ame exchanged words with her she was always very attentive.
The youngest of the Watson siblings is in the daycare and the oldest went out partying.
Amelia would be proud to be left alone without someone taking care of her.
But fear can outweigh her…
"No one would dare mess with the Watsons".
She knows that no one is stupid enough to try to kidnap her, let alone break into their house. What she is afraid of-
What she fears is visions.
"I hope no one will come today".
Amelia walks barefoot around the house, turning on all the lights.
"Kitchen.
Dinning room.
Bathroom one and bathroom two"...
Treading the steps of the wooden stairs carefully, Amelia can feel chills running down her spine.
𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬.
She is sure that if she turns, she will see 'something' crawling upstairs.
She has reached the second floor safely.
Now, Amelia only needs to turn on one more light, the one in her bedroom.
The last time she had a vision was in front of the mirror, in the large mirror that occupies half of the wall in front of her bed; the mirror that is framed in fine mahogany and is positioned perfectly in the middle of the wall.
It was the day before yesterday that something came out of the mirror, took her by the ankle and tried to drag her to another timeline, or at least that's what she explained to mother Watson.
'You know I don't tell lies'...
She is sure her mother believes she is lying so she doesn't go to school. At least that's one less expense.
Father Watson is always on business trips and the few times he sees Amelia he just smiles at her and gives her some small gift, a headband or a hairclip.
Amelia's mother is a nurse with a high chance of becoming a doctor. Ame knows that her mother saves multiple lives a day but she would like her to spend more time with her. To share some time together; just to not feel so alone.
They are a family of five.
However, the last time the five of them were together was at Christmas. Four years ago…
"I would like to spend more time with you all"...
Father Watson is always working really hard, the dark circles in his eyes give him away. Even with that, he always arranges 'important matters' so that the mother of his children does not worry about anything...
Once again Ame is crying.
Everything around her is too big and magnificent yet she doesn't see the value in all those expensive things.
"If we sold this big house then mom and dad wouldn't have to work that much…
Brother Watson would come home and we would all be very happy"...
The tears that come from her eyes don't stop. She is sitting on the highest step of the stairs waiting for the courage to reach her so that she can turn on the light in her bedroom.
It's 6:30 PM
She knows that night is approaching.
She is certain that today they will come again. She can feel their presence growing along the walls.
"'If one day you are afraid, remember that you are real and this is your reality'"...
Uncle Watson's words are spoken by Amelia.
"Everything would be better if you hadn't suddenly disappeared"...
Amelia still remembers her uncle.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥.
"Surely you managed to do something amazing, right?"
Amelia clenches her fists.
"I'M SORRY, SIR!
I will try to be braver today!"
With a boost of courage, Amelia closes her eyes and with her photographic memory enters her room, runs to where the switch is supposed to be and turns on the light.
Now with her eyes open, Amelia appreciates her room. Everything is normal, everything is fine.
"Please take care of me, uncle Watson"...
Today mother Watson will cover a double shift so she can rest all day tomorrow.
Amelia can see that the night is present, she can see through the window that there is not a single cloud. A pleasant breeze sneaks through the window, that cool wind called her to open it; approaching stealthily, she is now calmer.
"I can probably read comics until I fall asleep today".
𝘖𝘩! 𝘈 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢.
She has a new comic that she was saving for a night like this.
"The secret agents are very cool!"
𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘢, 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸.
The little blonde girl has carefully taken out the comic from the ultra-thin plastic bag.
She has unintentionally climbed the window.
"I wish I had warm milk and cookies"...
𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯, 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘢…
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵!
𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘯.
Amelia is being manipulated by 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.
"I'm glad to be able to talk to someone!"
She just needed company.
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵?
𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘶𝘴.
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱.
"Is it really safe to jump from this height?"
Amelia has stopped thinking coherently. In one motion, she pushed herself hard enough to fall from the second-floor window. A direct hit on the ground made her lose consciousness instantly.
A small crimson puddle surrounds her head.
𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦, 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘰𝘯.
𝘞𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.