A/n: Pic of Cynthia below.
Chapter 25 - Revelations in November (Faith Ashlynn POV)Pt. 2
"Where yours swuit? You nweeds ones too," it's blurry, the image I'm pulling from the deepest, fartherest part of my memories. Still, now with new insight, I understand the confusion that Dmitri had written on his face. I had barely known this man, but I yanked on his hand, concerned that he hadn't found a suit for himself. The one he gave me large to the point that he'd have to carry me because I couldn't move an inch with so much weight.
"Dmitri do ywou think I'll wever get to meet Chwelsea?" I asked when I was older, "I need to fwind hur," I told Dmitri when I was older. My voice still had a bit of childlikeness to it, so I knew I was still younger, but after months of pushing away all the thoughts I had, remembering that I was the one to tell Dmitri about Chelsea, now I couldn't help but wonder if searching for her had been the reason he died.
In my young mind I only have a vague description of Chelsea, and the image I had in my mind, was the one I saw on the television two weeks ago, and then it was a flow of memories. It wasn't much that I had forgotten, but it was things that the more I remembered, I couldn't remember anyone before Dmitri telling me. Furthermore, it went worse because the stories I was remembering, they came with a voice, a headache and something close to feeling like I was free falling.
It was confusing me undividedly. I could remember - with great clarity - Cynthia leaving me behind. I was drawing such a large monumental blank when it came to Chelsea. She was... had been such an integrated part of who I was all my life. I had no idea why I needed to find so badly when I was younger, but that search never came to fruition when I didn't have a suit of my own.
Exhausted and unable to even get one peaceful night sleep for nearly two weeks, I could barely keep my eyes open. I had been taking naps right after going to class, but after forty minutes I would shoot awake, the voice trying to speak to me.
"You hear a voice?" I blinked concentrating on Samson sitting on the bed, my hand in his. The past weeks were weighing on me, I nod and audibly exhale because I hadn't been able to reveal what I just had to anyone. "What - what does the voice say?" my eyes flashed up to Samson's blue wide eyes.
"You - you don't think I'm making this up?" he shook his head, "No."
Unsure, but wondering if it was not just me, "Because..." I take a chance, "you hear them too?" my eyes shoot down to the hand I was holding, that trembled slightly, but along with not being able to sleep things were starting to fit together. Moments that I had forgotten or pushed aside not understandings "You tracked my scent during the rain... you told your mom that... I'm pretty sure Thaddeus and Harleigh followed my scent as well..." How did he - they - track my scent? It's not like I used scented shampoo or even lotion. Everything I used had the littlest hint perfume in it, everything else bothering my olfactory senses. So how does one track by scent?
"And driving in the darkness, when we should have probably hit a tree or fell into a ditch, Harleigh was able to make it to your uncles' house in one piece," I spoke watching Samson's eyes, knowing that he could tell me I was wrong, or that I was right.
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Werewolf"Her name isn't Sophie, I lied, her name is Fatima Safiya Ashlynn - I thought she would die where I left her."
