(Amisia’s point of view)

After I picked myself up off of the floor. I dived deep into Selenite’s emotions and memories. I rarely ever do this because it drains my energy and I can barely control what I see but this girl has become important to me. I cast an invisible ribbon around her heart and found the emotion I had a violent reaction to. Slowly I pulled it through her memories and tried to find the memory that had caused it. It didn't take long. I was shoved into a violent memory. It was like I was there but I couldn't react with anything. The first time I did this I was stuck in my mom’s memories for three days. I was standing in the middle of the kitchen in some small poorly cleaned apartment. Selenite was running around desperately trying to clean everything. She kept glancing at the clock and chanting, “Gotta hurry! Gotta hurry!” She was trying desperately to get everything clean. But it was no use. The place would take a team of people to get clean. And that was if they worked nonstop for about a week. She was so exhausted and hungry she was about to pass out. But still she cleaned. I steeled myself against the emotions of this memory. The clock struck four. Selenite changed her chant, “No, no, no! I'm not done!” Some guy stormed in exactly at four. He was dirty and obviously drunk. He had a half finished bottle in his hand. “I told you to clean the place!” Selenite looked at the floor defeated, “Im sorry, Uncle. I cleaned as much as I could.” The guy shamed the bottle against the wall. “I took you in when you're parents died and this is what I get!” It took all of my willpower not to go hunt this guy down. The bastered picked up a dirty piece of glass from the bottle he broke and stabbed Selenite in the side. “Ah!” She fell to the floor and curled into her side. The guy turned around and left her on the floor. Pathetic bastard. Selenite crawled to the bathroom and yanked the piece of glass out. Biting her jacket to keep from screaming. She poured some alcohol on the wound to disinfect it and wrapped a piece of cloth over it. Struggling she managed to stand up and walked out the front door. She's definitely not leaving now. I thrust myself out of her memory as fast as possible. I was on the floor with my mom cradling me. She was speaking softly to my dad. “Why is she memory surfing? What is she looking for?” I didn't even look at them. The second I opened my eyes I went straight to Selenite. She was standing by the kitchen island with a confused look on her face. “What?” I hugged her. I didn't say anything. I just hugged her. We needed to get that wound cleaned. “Mom can you get the first aid kit for me?”