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Sadness

Amilia's journey is the serenade of emotions— there will be sadness, sickness, hardships, friendship, adventure, mystery, and of course the sweet melody of love <3

"A hero would sacrifice you to save the world, but a Villain would burn the World to save You"
                                       

                         anonymous♡
 

~The Exposition~

In the heart of Willowbrook, a picturesque small town nestled between rolling hills and pristine forests. It was a place where everyone knew everyone, where life had always been serene, and the tranquility of nature was disrupted only by the occasional rustling of leaves. But now, an ominous cloud had gathered, casting its sinister shadow.

For weeks, the town had been plagued by an inexplicable terror. People began to vanish without a trace, and rumors of a powerful demon lurking in the darkness filled hushed conversations. Fear permeated every corner of Willowbrook. The once tightly-knit community was now fractured, each resident living in preptual dread.

AMILIA:

The city is transformed by the heavy downpour, its streets glistening with the remnants of the rain. I step out into the wet world, the cool water seeping through my shoes as I venture down the deserted streets. The streetlights cast a soft, ethereal glow on the slick pavement, creating a dreamlike atmosphere.

The air is crisp and filled with the earthy scent of rain-soaked road surface. Each step I take sends ripples across the puddles, like small, liquid mirrors reflecting the dimly lit buildings and neon signs. The only sounds are of the occasional distant cars passing by and the gentle patter of raindrops from the trees.

I pull my jacket tight around me, feeling a shiver run down my spine as I walk alone, my breath visible in the chilly night air. It is  as if the city belongs to me, an intimate secret I share with the rain-soaked streets. I watch closely as the water cascades down from the leaves, the droplets catching the faint light and sparkling like stars falling from the sky.

In this moment, I feel a sense of freedom, as if the world has been washed clean and I can leave behind the worries of the day. I walk, my footsteps echoing through the empty streets, embracing the solitude of the night.

Each corner holds a mystery, each puddle a potential adventure, and I am a young explorer in a city transformed by the evil powers.

I am not brave enough, to walk like this without a worry, but I become used to it.

All safety measures have been taken, a pepper spray in my bag a small pocket knife, actually a dagger that is with me since childhood, and then there is a pocket size small pistol which is not an actual pistol but a replica gun made of metal.

The beginning was hard for me I had to deal with alot of mobsters, but the mysterious sinful creatures that everyone keeps  talking about is what makes me afraid the most. I have to deal with these problems on my own just a little motivation from a friend and to be honest I can be intimidated very quickly I am a coward, but I know I can protect myself.

I always make sure that I get home before 12 AM to avoid any kind of trouble, but today I am late because of the rain. I walk my way home everyday, but today I really badly feel the need of a car. I know Amie would come running if she knew I needed help, but I don't like bothering her.

Sometimes I wish I was able to stay with Aunt and deal with the problems there because it is too damn hard having to do everything alone here. Not that I complain, but the loneliness gets suffocating most of the time when there's no one left to listen to you, no one to ask you how your day is, no one to ask if you've eaten or not. Even if I skip a meal, nobody's there to scold me.

In short I miss my Family, my mom and dad. I have alot of questions lingering in my mind for years yet I have no answers.

Aunt Sophie spent her whole life in Canada, so she knows nothing about mom or how our family was, at least that's what she tells me. She says, she just remembers a few occasions she visited us or the childhood memories.

Everybody has mysteriously hid all kind of remnants of my parents, not even a single photo exists!

The doctors say, I will get bits of flashes and my memory will return after sometime but besides the deadly nightmares there is nothing that can remind me of my past.

I want to know how my mother was, I forgot everything after that incident, I just remember my present. I don't even remember how my parents looked like, Am I like mom? Do I have the height of mom or dad? I don't know. I wish I had their memories with me, atleast I wouldn't have been feeling this much lonely.

The feeling of abandonment is too much fatal, it made me a psychotic patient, there is not a single night I have slept peacefully, I always have to take sleeping pills so i don't get fatigue as I've to manage a job alongside my studies.

And I hate people questioning me like "Hey is everything okay? You look so pale? Bet u didn't sleep at night". Like they give a shit about me being unhealthy.

Aunt Sophie has faced  many problems in order to keep me with her.

Her husband Mr. Willson Parker is a well-known CFP (certified Financial Planner) with significantly high level of expertise and professionalism in the known feild. Therefore, they are the well-known PARKER FAMILY.

The Parker family resided in the vibrant city of Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Their home located in a peaceful suburban neighborhood, offering a serene escape from the hustle and bustle of city life while still being conveniently close to urban amenities and cultural attraction.

The Parker family's home was a haven of warmth and comfort, with cozy living spaces and a charming backyard. Despite its inviting atmosphere, I always felt like an outsider, yearning for the love and belonging that seemed to elude me. Surrounded by the laughter of others, I longed for a place to call my own, where I could find solace and acceptance. In the midst of their perfect family life, I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing and loneliness.

The 2 years I spent with them were devastating for Aunt Sophie and for myself too, her husband was not a generous , noble person. I could hear them fight in their room every single night after she tucked us to bed. I wouldn't be able to sleep because it felt like they were talking to me. Even if I would cover my ears I could hear them, it was like the voices were in my head.

He was not mean to me on my face just a little grumpy but also secretly caring sometimes. So I would avoid him as much as I could. Now that I look back to that time, I can help but think It wasn't Mr.Parker's fault, he just didn't like someone invading their privacy.

My cousins - the twins - Diana and Daisy, were not like their dad but it didn't mean they were nice to me they would just simply ignore me and I assume it was because aunt had warned them to be polite so they simply pretended like I didn't exist instead of being friendly.

And then there was Megan--- they're step sister. She lived in the dorm rooms of her college and visited rarely. She was Mr.Parker's first daughter, her mother, his first wife died with down syndrome, also known as trisomy 21 when Megan was only 2 years old.

Mr.Parker cared about her but at the same time didn't allow her to live with them because she reminded him of his late wife. Aunt Sophie didn't care about her at all because she had her own perfect settled little family.

I still remember the first time I met Megan. I spotted her sitting alone in the garden during the Christmas Eve party. I can still recall our conversation from that day.

Everyone else was having a blast, but she seemed kinda lost. I saw her trying to talk to Mr. Parker, but he just brushed her off. So, I went over to see what was up.

"Hey there, mind if I join you?" I said, trying to break the ice.

Megan jumped a bit, surprised by my sudden appearance. "Oh, uh, sure," she replied timidly.

We got talking, and I found out she's Mr. Parker's daughter. She lived in a dorm not too far from here, about a 10-minute walk. After chatting for a bit, we hit it off and became friends.

"You know, you should come hang out at my dorm sometime," Megan suggested with a smile.

"Yeah, that sounds like fun! I'd love to," I replied enthusiastically.

And that's how our friendship started, I'd visit her dorm, and we'd have a blast hanging out together. She didn't have much friends as she was an introvert. We both were broken and maybe that's why we became so attached in such a short time. She is 1 year older then me So we have the same mind set and stuff.

Then One day, luckily I got a call from this college and I moved as quickly as I could. Aunt did ask me not to leave her but I knew she wouldn't be forcing me, I don't blame her though her family life was getting disturbed because of me.

Me and Megan still face time eachother or text if we are busy. She promised me she will come to meet me soon.

External P.O.V:

Amilia is 21 years old, a very soft hearted girl, caring to an extent that she is often found helping the strangers, she was not brave but the World made her brave. She is currently sharing an apartment with a roommate. And the rent is devided but still Amilia pays like 15% while Amie says it was her brother's Apartment so she could live rent-free but she thought of paying a little rent then nothing at all.

Her roommate Amie, is her best friend, a person she can rely on in any situation. Amie was with her in the most difficult times and never left her side.

The apartment they share is big enough for more than two people. Amilia questioned Amie regarding her brother that why isn't there any other roommate with us as the apartment is big to which Amie started laughing and said it was because Amilia gets uncomfortable, which was shocking like did Amie say that to her brother to not let anybody else come just because Amilia feels uncomfortable?
(Unbelievable)

Life was not easy for Amilia but we never know what the future holds..........