This was the first time since I was 3 that I had come to this town. It was odd to be back. The funeral was as mind numbing as the past few weeks. My second cousin was one of my only relatives who remained alive and the only one brave enough to contact me.

I had basically killed everyone I had come in contact with. My mother had died in childbirth, mine of course, and my father was in a fatal car accident a few weeks later. I went to live with my mother's parents after that. They died before I reached the age of 2. My father's parents seemed to realize the curse I was. They wanted nothing to do with me.

I lived the rest of my life in foster care. I didn't spend any long period of time with any certain family. Soon I gained a slight hope that maybe my curse was broken. I hadn't killed anyone in years but I still made sure to never get close to anyone, just in case.

When I turned 13 I started getting strange dreams. They showed me people I didn't know and situations i didn't understand.

One day I told my foster mom that I had seen a little blonde girl tied to a tree and crying. I drew a picture for her, and she just took as the symptoms an over imaginative child. The next day a little girl was found who looked just like the one from my dream and my picture. She had been kidnapped and hid in the woods. My foster mom was so scared that she sent me back within 24 hours, telling them I was possessed.

Soon the dreams started becoming more prominent. Soon they stopped being dreams and become more of "glimpses". I would suddenly space out and my whole body would shut down. I would be pulled away into whatever environment my glimpses wanted. Sometimes they personally affected me. Sometimes they didn't.

My new foster mom, Denise, had been discussing my day at school. I was about to tell her that it was fine , as normal. But suddenly everything changed. We were in the same car, but it seemed as though time had skipped. Denise was going on about her day when suddenly I turned to look out the window. The car was upon us before I could blink. All I saw was a flash of banners and I heard horns blaring the background.

It felt like the whole car was crushing in on me. The pain covered my entire body. My breathing was ragged. I could feel the blood seeping out of me. I was growing cold and I knew I wasn't going to survive this. I pulled in one more scorching breath, this was it.

Suddenly the pain was gone.

My eyes flew open at the sudden loss of pain. My arms were wrapped tightly around my chest. I took in a breath expecting pain to follow but it flowed in and out without obstruction. I must have sat there for a few minutes trying to comprehend what had just happened when I saw Denise staring at me with worry.

"Alice, what's wrong?" she gave me a quizzical look. "Jack maybe we should pull over she might be sick?"

I knew the answer before he spoke it. I had never tried to get close to Jack but I'm sure it was almost impossible. He didn't even treat his wife with sensitivity. "No, she'll be fine."

I couldn't speak. My body and brain were detached from one another.

Something caught in my peripheral vision. I knew that sign before. Farmer's market.

It had been hanging there in my glimpse of the car crash. I looked up just few seconds before it happened. My body reacted before my mind could. I scrambled to the other side of the car and braced for impact. I felt as the glass tore across my legs, arms, neck, back. My body was on fire. I started to shake uncontrollably. Then I passed out.

I was surrounded by the darkness. It was so empty and so lonely yet, it was inviting. I had wished a long time for this type of peace.

I was interrupted by a dazzling light growing in the darkness. A man walked out of it. He was so pale and amazingly gorgeous. I felt like I had seen him before.

I was lying on the ground lifeless when he walked over to me. He held out his hand and I took it. I was shocked at how quickly and unconsciously I had done it. The look in his gaze was sensitive and compassionate. One I had only seen once before. "Cousin Carlisle?"