June 17, 2024

Monday

The house was engulfed in flames, just as Emma had seen. The image beforehand she had seen matched perfectly to the one unfolding right in front of her eyes…as it always does.

Tears rolled down her face as she saw the replay of what she had seen only a few hours prior. The same fireman who was in his early twenties, rushing into the burning building flames lapping against him, greedily. Emma already knew what was going to happen and she waited unable to do anything else. She waited for the crash, the scream, and then the unbearable piercing sobbing.

It happened within seconds. First the porch collapsed followed by the roof as the flames grew higher than ever with victory. The house was destroyed along with all who were in it. A scream nearby sounded from a woman as she fell to the ground unable to control herself as the tears flew freely down her face, her breathing came in gasps. Neighbors tried to comfort her, but it was no use. She was now the only survivor, Emma was sure, from the burning home.

Emma watched the woman with sadness as her vision went black. Emma wasn't scared though of losing her vision so quickly. She knew what was coming. Although, she was fearful of what she would see this time.

Just as her vision had blackened it appeared again, but she did not see the same destructive seen with the flames. This time she saw the same woman, who had been sobbing, dressed from head to toe in white, the true color of death. There were several other people Emma did not recognize, but she did recall a few of the neighbors in the gathering. Most of the other people were dressed in black or dark navy blue.

There was a preacher, as well as a bible in his hands. He was reading aloud a sermon to the griever and mourners. He was standing before four identical coffins, ready to be put into the ground. Carefully, watching her footing, Emma stepped in front of the coffins. She was careful for she knew that whatever movement she made happened in reality as well. With her visions she wasn't caught off from reality she just couldn't sense it.

Moving around while not being able to see what was truly around you was dangerous, she knew that. Early in her life when she didn't understand that she had the gift of sight she had accidently fallen off a ledge and cracked her skull. She was lucky that it hadn't caused any head trauma, brain damage, memory loss, or even death all of which had been a possibility.

She read the golden plates of the decease: Kristen, Cadie, and Zane Richards (children who obviously died in the fire) along with a Weston Richards, husband and father. She was unable to mask the horror expression that struck her face. She knew that there were people still in the building when it collapsed she just didn't know how many and how old besides the fireman. It devastated, tore deeply into her heart, that it had been a father and three children. The mother, she realized, had lost most of her family, her life in a matter of seconds.

Subconsciously, she looked over to the grieving widow, motherless woman. Her body was shaking from sorrow as she fell to the ground once more. It was just too much for her and as people raced to her side. Emma's vision went dull black again.

Smoke met before Emma's eyes and nose. She realized that she was farther into the street and closer to the fire then she had originally attended to be. A fireman had already rushed over to her, was shouting at her, trying to get her further away from the blaze. Away from the danger, he apparently had not seen the glassy look in the girl's eyes she had moments ago. The same look she gets every time she has a vision.

Emma with her senses now back in reality moved away from the fire letting the fireman lead her to safety. Once she was safer the fireman handed her over to a police officer, who was already starting to question and lecture her. The fireman left her and raced back towards the flame. However, Emma didn't listen to the officers drone voice instead her eyes fell back upon the grieving woman.

A familiar ice cold pain of guilt stabbed at her. She knew there was nothing more she could have done to stop this tragedy, but nevertheless she felt guilty for not being able to. Seeing tragedies play out before they even happened always made her feel guilty when the time came that they did happen. Having the visions had given Emma a feeling of responsibility that was starting to take its toll on her.

The police officer sighed when the girl didn't reply to a single question or statement he said. Instead her eyes were glued to the scene the fire was causing. Realizing it was best to take her away from the screams of pain and the deadly smoke he guided her to the car where his partner waited. The girl seemed partially traumatized. Maybe when the girl was away from all the commotion she would be able to talk, until then they would take her to the station. Waiting until somebody came to claim her or file a missing report for her.

Zombie-like Emma followed the officer away from the fire and into the backseat of the car. She was out of it completely, numb from any feeling as her crying had stopped abruptly after the vision. The voices of both officers to her ears were bare whispers of the wind along with the siren of the police car. Reluctantly, Emma refused to look away from the grieving woman as the car drove away. Only until she was out of sight did Emma snap out of it and look away.

Emma Renesmee Masen Cullen

Born: September 10, 2009

Age: 14.5

A/N: This story came to me a little while ago after reading and trying to fall asleep. The book that I had read has inspired a certain aspect to the story that I will tell you later on. So I decided to try the story out. Also, I don't plan on having all the chapters in third person, and will switch it to first person later on. Now for the other story I'm working on 'Angels on Earth' I do have the next chapter. It's shorter than the rest, but is very important to the story and will throw some twists in. But I won't post it until I get more reviews for the story. So if you liked this story and haven't read 'Angels on Earth' go ahead and check that one out. One last thing, though, please review for this story and the other one. It's the only way I can truly know that either one of my stories are liked.