This choice: Once inside, nothing happens, until she touches someone else • Go Back... Once inside the house, Amber ran up to her room, locked the door and let herself fall on her bed. She cried, scared of the strange feeling brewing inside her. What could it be? And why her; why was she the one to get shot by the gun?!?
As she lay on her bed in a fetal position, someone knocked on her door. “Amber, please, open up…”
It was Justin. He was sorry to have shot his little sister and wanted to comfort her.
“I’m really sorry for what I’ve done! I didn’t mean to…it just happened…I’m sorry!”
“GO AWAY!” Amber yelled through her tears.
“But I just want to talk…how are you feeling?!” Justin’s voice on the other side of the door said.
“I don’t want to talk! Just let me alone…please!” she yelled back. The feeling inside her chest was slowly getting fading. Her crying slowly stopped as well.
Outside her door, Justin wanted to knock on her door one more time, but his mother stopped him. “Let her, Justin. Don’t try to make it worse…she’s just scared.”
“But I…” Justin stammered.
“Just go back downstairs, there’s nothing you can do. I’ll go talk to her.”
Justin listened to his mother and went downstairs. Then Debby knocked on Amber’s bedroom door, softly. “Honey, it’s me…can I come in…?”
Amber wiped away the final tear as she felt better than before. The strange feeling had disappeared. She opened the door for her mom to come in.
“Hi honey, how are you feeling?” Debby asked as she followed her daughter and sat next to her on the bed. She grabbed her daughter’s hand. Amber looked up as a tingling sensation went through her arm.
“Fine…it’s just…I was scared…” Amber confessed.
“I understand! We all were. We didn’t know what happened? Or what that strange gun did to you…” her mother said.
“And when everybody was looking at me which such strange expressions on their faces, I just wanted to run…be alone!”
“And you were absolutely right to do so!” Debby said as she let go of her daughter’s hand. She felt a little lightheaded. Amber adjusted her seating, as she felt a bit strange as well. “Thank god you are OK and nothing bad happened!” Debby concluded.
“Yeah…I guess I can consider myself lucky…” Amber said as she massaged her left shoulder which felt a bit stiff.
“Are you ready to go back downstairs? There is someone who wants to apologize to you…” Debby asked her daughter. She rubbed her forehead as she suddenly had a light headache.
Amber looked at her mother. “I’ll be right down…I’m ready! You go ahead!”
Debby looked at her daughter. She grabbed her daughter’s cheek as she gave her a kiss on the forehead. “OK sweety, I’ll get the ice cream ready then!”
As Amber’s mom stood up to go downstairs, she felt really light in her head. She almost fell over, but could gain her balance. “Ohh, sugar rush!”
Amber saw her mother leave her room. As Debby closed the door behind her, Amber rushed to her full length mirror and looked at her face. She felt the same tingling sensation in her cheek as her mother touched her as she had felt when her mother grabbed her hand. Was she seeing things, or did her face look slimmer?
Next, she inspected the rest of her body. Something was different, she knew, but she couldn’t exactly tell what. She lifted up the bottom of her shirt to look at her stomach, and to her surprise it was most definitely slimmer than before. The chubby tummy, which she had inherited from her mother, was reduced into a tight tummy. That was odd; was something up with her? Could the strange gun have done something to her? She felt more energetic as well, what’s up with that?
She decided not to read too much into it and headed downstairs.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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