Fisher Amelie - The Understorey: The Leaving Series, Book One

Copyright 2011 by Fisher Amelie

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Fisher Amelie

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www.theleavingseries.com

First Edition: April 201

The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Printed in the United States of America

For Caroline,
For caring. And not because
you had to, because
you wanted to.
For Joan E.,
Who taught me, through
example, that I am better
than no one, yet oh so
very important.

Rest in Peace.

The Leaving Series

What if I told you I knew of a very sad story? Sad because of the happiness that once enveloped the lovers in the story. Sad because of the head reeling, heart battering, lung choking, unparalleled euphoria between the shared hearts it was about. Would you stick around to hear it told? And if you knew this narrative was the saddest one you would ever hear?

Would you still?
Start this, the first book of their history, and guard your heart from grief my friend, for you have quite the journey ahead of you and like so many others, you may not survive the path as I barely lived to tell the tale.
But, if you insist.
Go on.

Turn the page then.

The Understorey

Book One

Prologue
Please, Not Her

It was a handgun. Black and sleek and screamed the word finite. The butt of it dripped silky red drops of her still living blood on the stone at his feet. Each drip was a dagger to my heart. Each splash to the ground ricocheted in my ears. Another drop and Id be deaf, deaf to the world that was crashing down around me. My very own, very exclusive Armageddon.

In the short time that Id loved her, I knew somehow it wouldnt last. I cheerfully ignored the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. The feeling that let me know I didnt deserve her and I would never get to keep her.

There was nothing in my character that would have ever justified my getting to love someone so wholly better than myself. Yet, it still did not seem fair. I wanted more. I needed more, in fact. Even so, I was not at all bitter. I was forced to admit, that although I knew Id be starved of her for the rest of my life and that that life would go to pieces when she left, it didnt make me any less grateful. For the short time we did have, I was acutely aware I did nothing to deserve what had been given to me in the first place. Because of her, because of Jules, no soul could have been happier than the soul that resided in my body and I was thankful, truly thankful.

In that moment, I was living a nightmare and I watched as he raised his gun and laid it flush against her temple. I readied myself for the inevitable. The inevitable everythings. Inevitable loss. Inevitable battle. Inevitable death.

Dont worry Jules , I thought, Ill be with you again and from the looks of it, probably very soon.

Chapter One
The Riot And The Fret

Ever been in a hurry and cant find your keys? Frazzled, you check the door, making sure you didnt leave them in the lock earlier. You check the freezer because apparently thats where everybody leaves them. You even ask your little sister if she hid them because you wouldnt put anything past the ten year old. Youve checked every conceivable place you could possibly think of and they are nowhere to be found and once youve given up completely, resigned to your inescapable fate, you realize theyve been in your hand the entire time. Ive been looking for that hypothetical key my entire life it seems and that keys name just happens to be Julia Jacobs.
Jules, as I called her, was remarkable. An untarnished heart, cool and pristine without the slightest hint of selfishness, tall and slender with dark black hair, long and full of large loose curls and eyes as green as the moss that laid sleepily on our creek bed. Her skin was soft and sweet and matched her honeysuckle-orange scent absolutely. She had the best laugh her side of the Mississippi and was the most adventurous girl Id ever known.
What made Jules extraordinary though, was that her heart was made of the most curious fabric. It could bend and stretch to fit every single person shed ever met. I could not have loved her anymore deeply. She and I were predetermined. It had been designed and without her gravitational pull, I was spiraling out of control, deeper and deeper into the kind of blackness that not any one person can return from sane.

Ironically, Jules and I saw each other practically every day growing up with barely a thought invested in the other. She lived across town from my parents, my little sister Maddy and I but Id see her on Main along with all the other Bramwell kids. Most days, I would throw dirt at her and she would retaliate with a punch to the gut. On others, wed ride our bikes down by the creek to catch tadpoles.

In junior high, we had long forgotten about one another, with only the occasional smile in the hallways, and grew even further apart as we approached high school. Needless to say, to each other, we were just another warm body roaming the hallways. Until, that is, the first day of classes our senior year, when something extraordinary happened.

A sightless lightning bolt stuck us to one another forever.
I was mucking around with my best friend Jesse Thomas outside Mrs. Kitts Geometry class when I saw Jules for the first time that day, or ever really, because this time she wasnt Julia Jacobs. This time, when our eyes met, she was Julia Jacobs and a clash of feverish tension grew amongst us, illuminating the invisible line that had clearly, now, always tied us as one.
Whats wrong with you dude? Asked Jesse, moving to lean against the tiled wall.
What? I said, not able to tear my eyes away from Jules. Ju, just a second Jesse.
He turned to face Julia, looked at me and back at Julia. A scowl of disapproval grew evident across his face.
What are you doing Gray? I know youre not looking at that . Do you know who that is? He scoffed, shifting his weight against the wall.
Yeah.
Are you sure? He joked. Im not so sure you do. In case you havent heard, Julia Jacobs is a freak man.
What the hell are you talking about Jesse? Why is she a freak?
He was starting to infuriate me. Apparently, Jules was mine to get infuriated for.
Okay, so I admit, she has a nice body, but seriously dude she looks like a freakin gypsy and crap. She always has those ridiculous buttons of bands no one has ever heard of on her bag like shes so much more cultured than us. She acts like she has nothing in common with the rest of us when she comes from the same small town we all do.
Youre wrong dude. She doesnt act like that. Shes just different is all and you, and the rest of this stupid town, dont understand her. Besides, did it ever occur to you that maybe I like different? I paused, a grin of realization growing on my face. You know what I think? I asked, not waiting for his answer. I think you think shes hot and probably cool too, but youre afraid of what others would think. Plus, you know you could never get her. Youve built a rep in this school and the good girls go running the other direction when they see you coming.
Whatever Elliott. Say whatever you want if it makes you feel better. Nothing you can say excuses the fact that shes a freak. Just look at the way she dresses. Shes always wearing those torn up jeans and her fingernails are always dark as night. Everywhere she goes, you can hear her coming. She jingles. Shes just weird .