Third Person Point of View
Ryder is dead. No. No, I can't, no, I can't, I can't. I can't do this again. I lost my parents. Now, I lost him too.
Why does this feeling feel so heavy? I want this to stop. I want this pain to stop. I can't go through this again. Not with him.
"Ryder," I cried silently. I held onto his jacket he left the day before he died. I hugged it and buried my face in his blue hoodie.
His scent felt comforting and safe. At the same time, it felt painful and lonely to know he isn't here with me anymore.
"Samantha?" I didn't realize my brother was in front of me. Kneeling on one knee and a hand on my shoulders. His eyes were in sadness.
Third Person Point of view Tera scans around the living room and stops when she sees Xavier. Everyone felt uneasy as they all stared at the possessed little girl. "You look just like her," she says to him. Xavier watched her. He couldn't believe that she was possessed by a spirit. The sweet little girl looked paler. Her eyes were dead cold. She didn't have dark circles but now she did. Xavier gulped and asked, "You saw my mother?" "It was only for a short while." Even with her soft, cute, small voice, the way she said it made everyone feel the chills going up against their spines. "I found out what she did, she disappeared on me. Shamed for sure. She got to live and the rest of us didn't." "Just tell us what we
Samantha Point of view After Aria showed up, She and Ryder shared a knowing nod. She asked us to follow her. Ryder did and I was just right behind with a clueless look on my face. I was waiting for an explanation but I wasn't given one. We finally reached a tent attached to a big tree. We went in. It was enough for four people to fit but can barely move around with all of the other stuff. There was food, clothes, plates, and a bonfire right in front of the tent. We all squat on the cloth on the ground. If I had to guess, it looks like it's been here for a couple of months. Snow looks at Ryder with uncertainty. They talked for a bit and she talked to me but a million questions went through my head. After m
Third Person Point of view(Ryder arrives at the house)Ryder drove back to Sam's house with some stuff he picked up along the way. He should be thinking about how to protect Sam and how to explain to the rest of his friends. Yet, all he could think about in the car was how was Sam going to react to everything. Aria was her wolf that escaped during her heat. At the house, Ryder picked her up and carried her to her room. He was fighting his urges as he tucked Sam in her bed. ---FLASHBACK---Ryder was panting. He was almost sweating as he carried Sam's bridal style. His body was heating up and his mind was yelling to give in. When Ryder stepped inside her room, his body gave in for a second.His body laid Sam on the bed
Samantha Point of viewOne minute, I was thinking of the things that I could do to kill Ryder. The next minute, I am back into the darkness with a stranger he has left me with. I have blacked out too much today and I was honestly less freaked out than I was before.I opened my eyes slightly then it falls back down. My hands moved to my face and tried to rub my eyes to make it easier to open them. It worked for a moment but a bit of dizziness was left behind.When I could finally open my eyes properly, I scout the area with my eyes and found myself not in the same place as I was before. I see Aria standing over me with her hands holding out for me to grab. I take it and she helped me up to my feet."Y
Samantha Point of View When I opened my eyes, everything was a literal blur. From left to right, nothing was clear to me except for Aria. We were already standing up in the middle of what looked like a forest with a huge river across us. When I shifted my balance on both feet, I heard the pebbles crush under my shoes. When I looked at my surroundings, it was as if I was looking at the camera that was not in focus. I looked at Aria to ask where we were. "We are in your head," she answered. "Why is everything a blur?" I asked again. "It's different for everyone. Sometimes their mind could be a room or underwater or whatever is most significant to them. Yours is all a blur because your mind is blocked and
Samantha Point of view Suddenly, everything was clear. I could see the bridge a lot more clearly, but the bricks seemed lighter in color. It was as if the bridge was built just recently. "You used to live here in East Maltwi. You used to live in the supernatural realm. This is where you come when your parents are busy or when you have a fight with your brother which was almost all the time." I looked into the distance and I saw wolves in the forest. As I looked further, I saw witches and warlocks practicing magic. Then, I heard someone crying. I looked at Aria who was beside me, wondering if it was okay to go and look. She nodded, giving her permission. She followed me under the bridge. We both saw a little boy crying with his back to the wall with his legs hugged close to his chest so they
Samantha Point of view Suddenly, there was another flash of white light. They found themselves in an unfamiliar house. The house was smaller and its walls were built with bricks and wood. Looking around the intereior, I spotted a lot of books and a fireplace. The air smells like pinecones. Everything about it seemed warm and cozy. The floor by the fireplace was wooden and the walls surrounding it was made out of mostly bricks. "Where are we now?" "We are at your house," she answered. I looked around to look for any sight of my younger self. Soon enough, I see her behind the couch giggling to herself. She tried to muffle the sounds she was making by covering her mouth, but hints of her giggles still escaped her mouth. Just then, the loud slam of the door that came from behind me caught my attention as well as the little version of me who was a bit startled by the sound. We watched as two people entered the room. I immediately recog
Samantha Point of view The perk of having amnesia is that I have space for information. If I was Samantha Parker before she lost her memories, I think she would have freaked out about this more than I am right now. Her life would literally be a lie and mine would be just like an empty cup that anyone could fill up with any truth, and I would not even know. We were standing on the bridge this time. It was a calm afternoon with people on the bridge passing by, going about their day, and distant laughter coming from the riverside where children were playing. Amidst the people who were trying to get to their destinations, there was a little girl sitting by the side of the bridge, waiting. I didn't have to ask to know who she was and who she was waiting for. "How long has she-," I stop to correct myself. "How long have I waited for him?" Aria stood there watching me. "For over a year, then you stopped and moved on