Elemental (The Keeper of the elements) Read Free Page A

assume that she had said her name, so I smiled kindly and my breathing almost stopped. As she pulled away I noticed something. The shade of her eyes was the exact shade as mine.
     
    I sat quietly on the cream couch while Amelie was in the kitchen. I could hear her on the phone but I couldn’t understand what was being said. “Oui, elle est ici. Elle est sure Roland, je vous assure. Je laisserai aucun mal venir a la ele,emtaire. Je suis convaincu que c’est son.” She spoke a few more sentences before I heard her say goodbye and return to me with a smile. She sat down opposite me and continued to smile. It was making me uncomfortable and I shifted my weight on the couch. “ I am so happy to have you here.” She announced, her accent nearly disappearing. “Let me tell you a little about me so you can be more comfortable.” I shrugged and simply waited for her to begin. “My name is Amelie, I was actually born in France, let’s just say a while ago.” She smiled like she had made some kind of joke. “My husband Roland is still in France but will hopefully join us soon. We don’t have any other children.” She finished sadly. “Please? will you tell me about you?” I stared at her for a moment, deciding whether or not I should speak.
     
    My hand clutched the warm stone of my necklace and I could almost feel it pulsating like a heartbeat. It reminded me of Aydan and with a smile, I opened my mouth and started to talk. “My name is Gemma, I’ll be eighteen in eight months” It was the most I had said in nearly ten years to anyone besides Aydan, but the wide smile on Amelie’s face made it clear that she had known that.
     
    That night I lay quietly in my new room. The walls were painted a pale blue and the border was grey. It was like someone was purposely trying to remind me of that painful day. Nothing could have stopped the nightmares that night. They began the very second I closed my eyes. Every aspect of my past came back to haunt me, especially my parents death.  It almost felt similar to what I would assume a searing hot cattle prod would feel as it was shoved into your brain. I tossed and turned and moaned and groaned all night, unable to shake the painful memories. I almost felt like I was being forced to remember. 
     
    I was eight years old again but with a seventeen year old mind. I stood at my bedroom window staring out into the back yard as I watched my parents. Everything was moving in slow motion. I could see myself standing in the yard but instead of witnessing it from that view point it was like I was watching from above. Everything was happening just as it had that day, making me question whether this way a memory or a dream. I suppose it could have been both. So there I floated, watching in slow motion as my father happily twirled my mother and I to the music. Just off in the corner of my vision I could see him. He was crouched behind a bush in our yard, his chocolate skin and dark features blending him into our dark wood fence. My father had stilled and flinched, looking in his direction with panic in his eyes.
     
    I wanted to scream, to save them but my voice refused to come out and I was forced to watch. The man stood staring angrily at my happy family as friends began to trickle in. My father stared, watching him as he stepped from the bushes. Then my father turned, twisting only his spine as he flung me away from them. The dark man flew leapt and it almost looked as though he was flying. A knife held poised and ready to strike above his head. His torso jutted out while his legs were positioned back some, creating almost an arc with his body as he came down against my mother with brutal force. The knife connected with the back of her neck, sending her straight into the ground. My father fought harder, attacking the man and keeping him at bay. My father held his hands, one palm facing up to the sky and the other facing the man while his wrists touched. He would have looked comical had