A/N: Hey there again! SO as you can see I started a new story once again and I am very excited about this idea. I hope you all like it! Thanks again to my Beta Gameovaries! Please review and let me know if I should continue with this :)
Tara was dead and here I was sitting in a drunken stupor. She was dead because of me and there was no denying that.
I threw back the burning liquid trying to drown my sorrow but so far it wasn't helping.
"I'm sorry Sook." Sam said as he made his way over to me offering me another shot.
He was worried about me and the evidence of that was laid thick in his face. He had on his casual plaid shirt and his hair was gelled in a nice way.
I took the glass from him and smiled weakly at him.
"Got a date later?" I asked him pointing at his hair.
He smiled and put his hand through his hair.
"Yeah I guess you could say that," he paused, "her name is Luna and she is great. I'm actually happy with her."
Well, looks like things were going good for one of us.
The day was just getting worse and worse from there on out. People would come up to me offering me their apologies and it seemed to just become part of a system. The world seemed to be full of apologizes but they didn't matter, it wouldn't bring her back.
I held back my tears as people approached me determined not to cry in front of everyone here. I couldn't let them see me like this.
If I never got into this supernatural shit she would still be alive and I wouldn't be scared for my life all the time.
I stared numbly at the wall remembering the night she died. I saw her body laying there in her own blood, her clothes and mine drenched in the red sticky liquid. Her hair stuck to areas of her face. Her lifeless body laid there while I cried for help.
They found me with her and told me there was nothing they could do. Bill and Eric apologized too but they couldn't bring her back, no one could.
I looked around the bar and everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. People were laughing, drinking, and thinking about things in their life. They were so normal and I longed for that.
The cracks in the wall seemed to be more like my life today. Still holding together but the cracks were their growing ever more prominent as time went on.
Sam continued to watch over me with a worried expression. His eyes were tired and the smile he used to wear on his face had become a mask of what it used to be. Time was taking its toll on more people than I thought.
I looked down at what I was wearing and frankly I just didn't care. My hair was in a messy bun and I was wearing sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. They were what I liked to call my drinking/depressed clothes.
I took another sip of my drink and I just stared at the glass as I set it down. The water on the outer layer of the glass dripped slowly down the cup hitting the table.
"Hey sweetie what's got you so down?" I looked up and saw a pretty, slender, petite woman making her way over to me.
She was staring at me intently with blueish green eyes. She had short darkish hair and her face was full of concern and happiness. I read her thoughts and realized that, unlike so many people, she was genuinely concerned about me and she was just a good person.
"Life." I said as I picked up the glass and brought it up to my lips.
"It's not that bad, see the way I see it is that it's kind of like a game. You just need to know how to play your cards right," she smiled and took a sip of her own drink.
"Well I guess I suck at this game." She laughed and took my hand.
"There is no good or bad at the game of life, it's pure chance. You win some and you lose some." She held out her hand. "Amelia, Amelia Broadway."
I took her hand and smiled.
"Sookie Stackhouse." She shook my hand enthusiastically.
"Well it's very good to meet you Sook." She looked around the bar and got closer to me.
"So now why don't you really tell me what has got you so down?" She smiled knowingly at me and backed up a bit.
"My friends dead and it's my fault."
Her eyes widened.
"You killed her?" Her voice was full of shock.
"No but the bullet was meant for me and she pushed me out of the way, she died saving me."
Amelia was lost in her own thoughts and I didn't even bother to listen in.
"Well that is most certainly an excuse to be upset." She used a lighter tone trying to brighten up the conversation.
We let the silence fill the air as the sounds of the bar became louder. She looked over at me a couple times, opening her mouth to say something but shutting it quickly before she did.
"Just all of this supernatural shit." I muttered and in the corner of my eyes I saw Amelia raise her eyebrows.
"What did you say?" She asked causally.
"Supernatural bullshit got me into this mess." I looked over to her. "I just wish that I never met any of those people, I just wish they never knew me."
She smiled at me.
"Life has a funny way of bringing two people together don't you think?" Amelia asked bringing her glass up to mine.
"Yeah." I brought my glass up to hers and we clicked them softly.
We spent the next few hours drinking and she offered to take me home. She told me that she was in town visiting and I offered for her to stay with me. She seemed like a nice girl and I was a little too drunk to refuse.
On the ride home she seemed to be contemplating something in her mind but I didn't even bother to hear her thoughts.
I was so out of it by the time we got home that she dragged me over to the couch and I plopped down. She laughed as I sprawled out on the tiny couch.
"Where should I stay?" She asked me looking around the house.
I pointed upstairs and she nodded. When I shut my eyes and was starting to fall asleep, Amelia quietly said something and I could just barely make it out.
"Bad things always seem to happen to good people, but I promise after tonight everything will be better."
I heard some chanting after that but I was out before I could fully realize what she was doing.
When I woke up the sun was blinding me through the windows. The rays of light were hitting me in the wrong way and I groaned as I tried to move away from them.
When I moved to the side I fell off the couch hitting the ground with a loud thud. I sighed as I laid there for a second trying to gather my thoughts.
I remembered that Amelia was upstairs but when I looked over at the clock I realized I was late for work. I ran upstairs and threw on my work clothes quickly and left a note for Amelia on the table downstairs.
I got in my car and sped to work as fast as I could entering the building and heading straight for Sam's office.
When I entered his office he was working on some bills and he looked at me with confusion.
"Can I help you?" He asked me.
"I'm just here to say thanks for last night." Confusion was still in his eyes and he stood up.
"I'm sorry, but do I know you?"
"Very funny Sam, you know me." I said and he shook his head.
"I'm sorry, but I think you must be confusing me with someone because I've never met you in my entire life."
I read his mind and he wasn't lying.
He had no clue who I was, how was this happening?
"Sam, it's me. Sookie." I said to him but I still didn't register with him.
I thought back to last night and I remembered Amelia chanting before I passed out. Did she do this?
I backed out of Sam's office and went for the door before I was stopped by an arm at my hand.
"Sweetie, are you new because we could really use the help around here." Arlene said to me with a smile.
Oh God. She didn't remember me either.
I shook off her hand and ran out of the bar. How could this be happening? Then I realized something. What if Jason forgot about me? He was all I had left and I couldn't lose him like that.
I ran for my car and headed straight to Jason's house. I was just praying to God that this spell didn't affect him too.
When I got to his house I sprung out of the car and ran to his door.
The door was old and had begun to get cracks in the outer layer of it. When I knocked on the door some new cracks began to develop in it.
"One second I'm coming!" Jason answered the door with nothing but boxers on and disheveled hair. "What?"
"What's my name?" I asked him frantically and he looked at me like I was crazy.
Oh God did he forget me too?
"Sookie Stackhouse my crazy sister who likes to wake up her brother with insane questions." I sighed with relief as I jumped on him and held onto him tightly.
I began to cry and Jason started to rub my back soothingly.
"Hey what happened, why are you crying?" he asked me as he pushed me back slightly.
"They forgot about me and I thought you did too." I cried and he raised his eyebrow.
"Who forgot about you?"
"Everyone I think." I mean I haven't seen everyone but everyone I have doesn't even know my name.
"Well lets go see what's going on." He went back inside and grabbed a shirt and pants and we headed back to the bar.
When we got there Hoyt was there talking to Andy and Terry about something, while Lafayette was in the back cooking something up for later tonight.
Hoyt was dressed in his work uniform with dirt covering the front of it. Andy was in his police uniform looking serious while talking to Hoyt. Terry had on a simple shirt with an apron over it, while Lafayette looked like the same old Lafayette to me.
Jason grabbed my hand and brought me over to everyone. They all stopped talking and looked over at me.
"Jeez Jason do you ever stop with the fucking girls?" Hoyt yelled at him as he walked out of the bar.
Well there was one that didn't know who I was again.
"Another girl Stackhouse?" Andy asked and Jason's mouth was hanging wide open.
"Hi I'm Terry good to meet you." Terry said while extending his hand to me.
"Okay what the fuck folks, this is Sookie," everyone had a blank expression on their face, "my sister."
"You don't have a sister." Andy scoffed at Jason and went back to his conversation with Terry.
"I told you, they forgot who I am." Jason held up his hand and took me over to Lafayette.
"Hey do you know her?" Jason pushed me in front of him and Lafayette shook his head.
"Nope." He went back to cooking and I knew the only way to get to the bottom of this was to find Amelia.
"That witch is so dead." I said angrily as I grabbed Jason and led him outside.
"Who?"
"Amelia, this girl I met last night. Turns out she's a witch and she probably did this." Jason nodded and got into the car.
"So what if she didn't do this?" Jason asked.
"Then we are screwed."
We raced back to my house and ran through the door. Jason and I went upstairs and went straight into the room I saw Amelia was staying in.
She was wide awake with a book in her hand and she smiled as she saw me. Her smile dropped when she saw my expression and my brother's.
"Hey Sookie what's going on?" She looked at Jason and I with a careful expression.
"What the fuck did you do to my sister?" Jason said loudly as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Jason let me handle this," I turned to look over at her, "what the fuck did you do to me?"
"I was just trying to help I swear," she frantically got up and walked over to me, "remember last night when you said you wanted the supernatural people to forget about you, well I made them forget about you. I just felt that all this bad stuff had happened to you and I thought you deserved a fresh start."
"No! I didn't want that I was just angry and upset. You made everyone forget about me, not just supernatural people."
"How does he remember you?" She asked as she pointed to Jason.
"He's my brother, maybe it's the blood connection."
"This wasn't supposed to happen, I swear. It was just meant for supernatural people…" She said in a tiny voice.
"Amelia, I didn't want them all to forget about me. Yes a lot of bad stuff has happened but good stuff has too." I guess it just took me a little while to realize that.
"Can you reverse it?" Jason asked.
"That's the thing, I'm not sure if I know how…" she paused, "but I will try. I'm so sorry Sookie."
All of this was just happening so fast I wasn't sure what to do anymore. I sat down on the bed and then it hit me as the sun began to go down for two people who probably didn't remember me anymore either.
Eric and Bill.