Prologue
My
name is Amity and aside from a curse, I was an average child. I say average
because that is the way I remember it; the typical school with the typical
friends in a typical town. A place and
time where few things changed, and those that did tended to make life
intricately tedious. Like the telling of
a senseless story, over and over again; until one day I found myself in it.
Even at the age of almost ten… I was lost.
I had the life
that anyone would like, but not the life I wanted. I remember lying in the lawn
watching the distant images upon my eyes and wonder where they lead? Like
dreams within my mind, free to wander where they please, they took me wherever
I wanted to go. But I did not know which way to go. I would simply wander. And
when I opened my eyes, the images shattered in the light. Suddenly all my
make-believe, what I wanted to believe, becomes deceivable. Things that were
never meant to begin began to never end. I remember many things that way.
Even after all
these years, it is still vivid; because that was my curse, to remember every
detail of everything. From the first
loose strand of string to the last words spoken, I never forget. Of course it
is my secret. I didn’t even reveal it to my mother; though thinking back now, I
can’t explain why. She was the most compassionate and open person I ever knew.
The
only thing she kept to herself was a small picture taped to page 18 of The
Great Gatsby novel, which she kept in the lower drawer of her nightstand. I saw
it once, only for a second, on a rainy day in September, 1991. It was of her
and a young man together by a waterfall. I often wondered, but I never spoke of
it. Somehow I knew. It was the hidden passage that allowed her to escape this
familiarity.
She
use to say not to ponder on the reasons too long; some things are best left
unknown. But I couldn’t be like others, accepting, holding on with a thousand
questions screaming in my head. I wanted to laugh. Why couldn’t I just laugh? I
was so damn serious staring onto an imitation of life. I was tired…tired of the
girl in the mirror, tired of being safe, tired of her knowing.
I was destined to
be the most ordinary girl in the world until that June morning, some six
thousand miles away … my father was born. And life recoiled.