All Chapters of The Curse of Amelia Lockwood: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

A sleepless night was the best thing I had hoped for because I was still traumatized from my mother's death. It was perfectly normal for a kid my age to be worn out after witnessing her mother's death but my friend back home,Bonnie, did not agree. For some reason she was really angry when I told her that I could not stop crying. Most people didn't really understand her, unfortunately I was among them. She always kept her feelings locked in. I tried telling her that it wasn't the best way to live because when those walls are opened and the feelings start rushing out,she will be a mess. But no matter how hard I tried,she just never listened to me so I eventually had to leave her to her fate. I just hope she will have a shoulder to cry on when it happens because now, all thanks to my father, I will not be around. She did sound friendly when I told her about Derek. Oh,just the thought of him makes me smile. We did not get to talk for a long time but I truly believed that we are go

I forced my eyes open and blinked a few times to regain my ability to see. The environment had an ambience to it that was difficult to explain. Soothing yet alarming at the same time. It offered you peace but left you feeling dizzy. I felt strange, disoriented. I shivered at the thought of where I possibly could be but I knew I wouldn't find my answers lying on the floor. Nevertheless, my present surrounding made me feel stuck. I could see my body but somehow it felt like it wasn't me. It felt like a part of me was missing and nothing I could do would ever bring it back. It felt like I was a leaf flowing through the wind. At that point,I didn't know if it was as the result of the breeze blowing the autumn leaves smoothly around the void environment I had found myself in but I felt wonderful.I turned slightly to my left and my beautiful mother was staring at me with a smile on her face. I immediately knew that I was home and safe. I walked towards her and she engulfed me in a hug. I w

The shock I experienced was not seen on my face. It felt like a bucket of cold water was poured on my bare back. My brain was going on an overdrive and yet my body felt numb. I finally understood that you can be alive and still be dead. My life was taken away from me and a sham of a new one was handed to me. They erased me from the surface of the earth and left me with absolutely no one to pour out my emotions to. That was the worse part of this dilemma, I had absolutely no one to talk to. I had to find some trustworthy people that I can talk to or maybe they did give me a companion and all I needed to do was find her. I immediately put my mind towards finding this person.I didn't really have enough time to collect ponder on where they must have kept this person or to even hear myself think or process my feelings because Becky's parents were always walking into my room to see if I am still breathing. I couldn't blame them though. I remembered when my mother died, I wished earnestly f

The unconscious state that we drift into when we sleep is something I have loathed all my life. The complete feeling of helplessness were you cannot control what happens to you,has always been scary to me. You could be killed while you sleep and you wouldn't even know. I was petrified of feeling that helpless. It always amazed me when I see people taking a nap. To me it felt like they didn't care about themselves, they didn't care about their safety. Anything could happen while you sleep and you wouldn't know.I never slept in the afternoon. Because I'll be damned if I allowed myself to sleep more than once in a day, therefore allowing myself to slip into that unconscious state called "dreaming". And the crazy part was that I could always tell when I was dreaming. Bonnie found it werid and maybe she was right. I have never heard of someone who could consciously tell when they were dreaming. She once suggested that I go see a therapist. According to her, 'I was mental'. But I didn't se

Anger,rage,frustration, anxiety,worry. A thousand words could be used to describe what I was going through but none could pinpoint to how I was really feeling. I was angry at the situation I have been placed in. A lot of "what if's" went running through my mind, the only thing it did was heightened my unsettling emotions and I hated it. At that moment all I wanted was to sleep and never wake up, it upset me the more that I couldn't get what I desperately needed.I hate this family. I hate this doctor. I hate my parents. I hate the fact that I am here. I hate that no one ever listens to me. I hate that I have to go for therapy.Why do they think I need therapy again? Yes, it's because the stupid doctor believes that I have a psychological problem. I mean I know I have one but the singular fact that he proposed the theory of solving it through therapy, made my skin crawl. And my problems are as a result of my mother. How is it possible that someone you love and care for so much would ca