Taking Fate Into my own Hands

Taking Fate Into my Own Hands

Put the knife under the hood, if you find it send it straight to Hollywood...

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Gwyneth's P.O.V

I shut the Book and looked for the lock on the garbage dump that was my desk. I found it and looped it through the hoops on the covers, making sure that no one but me could open or write in the Book.

Standing up, I walked to my shelf and slid the Book into place. Ever since it had been given to me, my life had changed.

Flashback

"Happy 13 birthday Gwyneth!" My mom cheered. I was always what she referred to as the perfect daughter and my grandma thought so as well. But Nana was sick now. I was supposed to be happy, but I was so sad.

"My dear Gwyn," she started to say. I smiled at her.

"Yes Nana?"

"Open my present last," she told me with a twinkle in her eyes.

I nodded and quickly opened all my other gifts. Finally I reached hers. It was rectangular in shape and very thick. It was heavy and wrapped in your standard wrapping paper. There was a bright purple bow on it and the tag said it was from Nana and for a "Dearest Gwyneth".

I carefully untaped the paper and found myself looking at a very large book that was locked. Taped to the book was a key that was on a silver chain. My mother gasped when she saw it but my grandmother smiled.

"This was my last one. I knew that I had to give it to you. And read the letter that's with it before you start reading."

Present Time

If I had paid more attention on that day I would've noticed how my mother was glaring at my Nana. How they had begun to argue about the powers. But I had been too mesmerized by the way the Book had responded to my touch. I could feel it pulse to the beat of my heart, and it glowed whenever my hand got near it. It was a part of me.

"Gwyn!" my mother called.

"What is it mom?" I called down, wiping the tears that were already forming in my eyes. I had read what was going to happen in the Book but still wasn't prepared.

"Nana is dying. We leave for her house immediately."

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This will be my New Year's resolution: to try and finish a story for once.

 

I'm aiming for full control of this love

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Gwyneth's P.O.V

I raced down the stairs, my duffel bag already packed with a few days' worth of clothes and all the toiletries I'd need.

"I'm ready mom."

She raised an eyebrow. "How are you ready already?"

"Well," I looked down. "I read it.."

She huffed but went into her room to quickly pack some things, still talking to me.

"Gwyn. Don't use that thing . Mother gave one to me and I didn't. And look at me? I've been fine without it."

The Book was special. It was our lives written out in a book. More like a planner really. But with minuscule details that were impossible to predict. How long it would take to choose something to wear, which nail polish color I'd buy at the store, etc. And the owner was also able to write in whatever outcomes they wanted. An A on a test. To be seated next to a friend in a boring class. But the one thing you couldn't change was death or life. Those had to happen naturally. And once you recognized yourself as the owner of the book, once the connection was made, there was only one way to break it.

We reached my grandmother's house and walked in. My Nana's house was extremely old fashioned and still had a fireplace in each room to keep people warm in the winter. We found her curled in her bed, her eyes closed and the fire lit and crackling.

"Nana?" I asked through tears.

She turned to face me and gave a small smile.

"Gwyn my dear, you knew didn't you?" she asked.

I couldn't hold back anymore and started crying. "Why Nana?"

She sighed and took my hand. "It was my time baby, this is how it must happen."

I stood there for a while before she let go and turned to speak to my mother. I walked to the fire and noticed her Book in the fire. Toasting and charring away, burning away her life. That was how I would have to go. Burn my Book. It was the only way.

I rushed towards the fire, ready to pull the book. This, the Book had not predicted. And for a reason.

"Gwyneth! Stop! I did this for a reason. I know you love me, but you can't save me. It is not written and so it shall not happen."

My grandmother's words hit me like a punch to the gut and I stopped. She wants to die, it's her time. I needed to let her.

I grabbed a tissue and and dried my eyes. I needed to accept fate.

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With a thousand lies and a good disguise, hit 'em right between the eyes, hit 'em right between the eyes.

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Gwyneth's P.O.V

"Gwyneth! Wake up!" my mom called. I sat up, my auburn colored hair covering some of my face.

I had fallen asleep in my grandmother's room not wanting to leave her.

"Hmm? Yes?" I asked sleepily.

My mom pointed to the fire. There were only a few pages left and they were burning quickly. I rushed to my grandmothers bed.

"Nana..."

"My child," she put one hand over my mothers folded ones.

"My dear Gwyn," she placed her other hand on my arm.

She took one last glance at the fire. "Goodbye."

There was a snap and a crackle and looking over, we saw the last of the pages had burned.

I buried my face in my grandma's covers, crying silently for a while before standing and leaving the room.

She had been so important to me and I had loved her so much. Had. She was gone now. He had taken her from me. What kind of twisted fate was that?

Three Years Later

I hugged Emily, tears in my eyes.

"I'm going to miss you so much. But these years have been spectacular."

She sniffed before replying, "I know, it's a shame we'll be on different sides of the country."

We let go and stood there, people all around us hugging and crying, families taking pictures with their newly graduated kids, cousins and aunts standing around, waiting for their turn with the graduate.

She was the first to start to turn. "I love you Gwyn."

I nodded, holding back tears again and turned too, ready to walk to my mom and aunt.

"I love you too Emily." I knew she was in ear shot, but she didn't say anything and neither did I. We had decided that it would be best to keep things strictly on a friend level once we graduated. There was no point in trying to keep up a long distance relationship that would be doomed from the start.

I walked to my mom and hugged her. My eyes were red from all the "goodbyes" and "see you during the holidays". My mom just rubbed my back before saying.

"I know, it's hard to let go."

And that's when I thought of it. The thing I hadn't touched since my grandmother's death.

Maybe, maybe, I didn't have to let go....

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I killed my former and left them in a trunk on highway 10

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Gwyneth's P.O.V

I paced around my room. Should I do this? After a few more minutes of thinking, my mind was made up. I walked to my shelf and slid the Book out.

I took the key off of the necklace that I always had with me and opened the Book before flipping to where the bookmark was. I took a pen and since today was Friday, I decided I'd write this in the box for Monday.

Gwyneth will receive a call from Emily saying that she's changed her mind and will attend college with Gwyneth.

I quickly shut the book. This was so selfish of me, but I couldn't risk losing her.

A few days passed and finally it was Monday. I was nervous, not sure if it would work. It had been years since I had used the Book and I wasn't sure if it would still respond to me.

At exactly midday my phone rang. I already knew who it was.

"Hello?" I asked when I picked up.

"Gwyn! It's me, Emily. I have news."

I tried to remain composed. "What is it?"

"I've decided to go to college with you. I had gotten accepted anyway and I don't want us to be apart. I really love you Gwyneth."

I'm not sure if I sniffled but Emily could tell I was crying.

"You don't have to do this Emmy."

"No, I want to do this. For you, for us. My mind is made up Gwyn."

She hung up and I knew that I must have annoyed her somehow. I sighed. This had worked but why did I feel so horrible? Oh that's right, it's because she wasn't going to be attending the school of her dreams.
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So i finally updated 