Sorry I haven't updated for a little, I've been dealing with some stuff... -Amira's POV- His eyes darted quickly over the paper, looking at my words, taking them in. "Your mother is grieving, and Kyle is the one coming to watch over you" His eyes flicked to me, taking in my overjoyed expression. His face changed. He looked somewhat mad. "I'll send him over now then" He stalked out the small room, calling out to everyone that I knew an understood. But I didn't, I had no idea how it could of happened... She was right there when I was falling asleep, how could someone have killed her? It was unimaginable... "Hello Amira..." The words shocked me, I wasn't expecting him so soon... I nodded in acknowledgement, looking at his sandy hair, looking into those deep brown, brooding eyes. He seemed perfect, but what did I know, I was quite mad judging by the worried look on his face. He was scared of me. "I'm sorry for your loss Amira, I can't begin to imagine the pain you're feeling..." His expression didn't change as he placed a wet cloth over my head. It was calming... He ran his hand through my short red hair. Hair of the devil according to the overly religious Christians... I wouldn't be surprised if I was something inhuman, I've never been normal.