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I don't own PB and the crafts anyway!

Hi all, i am back because i was busy to look after my beautiful niece Katie for a few months. now she gone back to her mum as her mum is full time mother. i missed Katie so much as i see her sometimes, oh well i am moving on without her anyways! so i decided to change my story different than my first story. i hope that you like my new story. this story is still same name title.
Amelia's past held a mystery: she did not know she had a gift in her family history from her mother's side. She had psychic and supernatural powers. She could touch or feel a person and know what happened in their past and what was to happen in their future. She could also read their thoughts.

Her thoughts were controlled by the spirit, telling her what to do. She listened to her intuition and knew she could trick people and make them change their mind or believe in her. She wanted to find out who the spirit in her head was. Amelia was greatly shocked when she found out some of her family's history and some of the inmates' pasts during the time she worked at Fox River. She could find out who wanted help from her. She was different to others and lived in her own silent world.

Amelia was petite. Her long hair was braided in two French plaits in an attempt to tame her wild curls, dyed jet black to match the dark eye make-up behind her black-framed glasses. Translucent pale foundation and black nail varnish completed the overall effect, giving her a goth-like appearance.

In Chicago late one night, Amelia stood along Lake Michigan and stared into the deep water. In her mind she saw a flashback of a friend who had died in her arms; then she saw herself arguing with her parents; the memory quickly changed to her and her boyfriend. They were flirtatious as they touched and glanced longingly at each other, but her boyfriend's face was blurred. Amelia felt challenged to see his face as the images suddenly spun faster and faster. She felt dizzy and fell to the ground, then managed to rise to her feet again. She needed to sit down and stumbled over to a bench close by. Sitting down, she crossed her legs over one another and clasped her hands together underneath them. Warm tears rolled down her flushed cheeks.

She longed to know who her boyfriend was and tried to remember what he looked like, but her mind was mixed up. She felt miserable and frustrated because she suffered from amnesia, brought on by a car accident. She continued to try and remember who he was, and what he was like, in her flashback.

The wind blew into her face and hair and she exhaled. She stared down at her hands then up to the sky to view the stars twinkling. She remembered the time her parents took her to the park near Lake Michigan to watch the fireworks when she was a little girl. She smiled at the memory.

She turned and noticed the outline of a person nearby; it was her father walking along the footpath. Her father was middle-aged and quite well built. His hair was grey, as was his mustache. He had been a good father to Amelia.

"Dad, what are you doing here?" she asked.

"I'm here to take you home."

"How did you know I was here?"

"I knew you'd be here because it's your favourite place; we often brought you here when you were a child. That's why I came to look for you here. Your mother is worried about you," he said and smiled at his daughter.

"Dad, I don't want you to be here; I don't need you to comfort me. I prefer to be on my own, I don't want to talk you, Dad. I don't care anymore."

"Look Amelia, I understand how you feel about Sally's death, along with your accident. I want you to come home. We can talk about everything, but it's up to you," he said quietly.

"No Dad, I don't want to go home. I'm quite happy here; this place gives me peace. At home, both of you are always nagging me. I'm tired, and I just need some time alone. Please, just leave me alone."

"I am worried about your safety because of your deafness - this place is not safe for you."

"I don't care anyway."

Her father became more angry.

"Let's go now!" he raised his voice in anger and pointed to his car. "I don't care what you want Amelia. You are not safe here. Now get into the car, we are going home !" he yelled angrily.

"I hate you!" she yelled at her father.

Her father grabbed her arm and dragged her in the direction of the car. She finally shook loose from his grip and walked to his car on her own.

Glancing at Amelia on the passenger side, he noticed she was looking out of the window. The remainder of the trip was spent in silence as she refused to speak when he asked her any questions.

Nervously, her mother kept peeping out of the window, waiting for them to arrive home. As she saw them pull up outside she let out a sigh of relief. Drained from worry, she was happy that Amelia was home safe. She opened the door and walked out onto the porch. She stood there with her arms folded and smiled at Amelia as she climbed out of the car. Amelia looked up and saw her mother standing on the porch. They exchanged a look before Amelia stomped past and went through the front door.

"I hate you Mom!" she yelled angrily, then she went upstairs to her room and slammed the door shut. Amelia had been arguing with her parents before she walked out on them and went to the park to help calm down, where her father turned up. She had no reason to yell at her mother now because of their previous argument.

Amelia's mother was shocked at seeing her daughter so angry and she looked at her husband.

"What's wrong with her?" she questioned.

"She’s mad because she didn't want to come home," he answered.

"Oh Henry, what did she think we were going to do; leave her out there alone all night?"

"Don't worry Judy; we'll work things out with her tonight."

Henry kissed her cheek softly and hugged her tightly .

"Don't worry, she will get over it soon," he whispered in her ear.

In Amelia's room, she sat with her arms wrapped around her tummy and cried. Finally her eyes grew tired and heavy.

She lay down on her bed soon and fell asleep in exhaustion. Her sleep was troubled again by a dream.

In the dream, she saw a quick flashback, she was somewhere in an office. A handsome man stood before her. He was wearing a perfectly tailored suit with a tie. In one of his hands he held a briefcase. He approached her and his free hand reached out to shake hers.

"I am Michael Scofield." He smiled as he introduced himself.
Chapter End Notes:
tell me what do you think? should i continue my story?