"Mary!" I heard Cynthia's shrill panicked scream.
"Awwwww," I groaned, "What happened?" I asked scared and nervous.
I was curious why my father had his arms around my waist, restraining me from any
Movement. Mama was sitting with her hands raised over her face, shielding herself from
something, my 12 year old sister-Cynthia- was comforting mama gently.
I did it again, why was I such a cursed child? I cursed under my breath, Father looked
Disapprovingly at me for a brief second, then switched to concern.
"Father? What have I done?" I asked terrified.
"You nearly hurt your mother, but you didn't child. What did you see?" he asked.
"Mother?" I whispered softly to her.
She didn't even turn to look at me.
"Come Mary, let's sit you down." He led me into the kitchen and sat me down at a seat at
the table, he sat beside me.
I looked at his wrinkled face. His eyes were a piercingly beautiful shade of green, full of
grief and concern.
"Father what did I do this time?" I asked my eyes on the ground.
He pushed back a strand of his greying hair.
"Well you just screamed then broke a few plates and things, but Sophie cleaned it up."
He answered.
Sophie was our maid, but we considered her part of the family, she ate with us at meals.
Except when we had guests over, she understood that mother liked to keep her
neighbours under the impression she was in charge.
"I'm sorry." I buried my head in my hands
"Mary it's not your fault, it is a gift from God." He whispered.
"You don't know that. It could be a curse from the fallen one himself."
"Do not say such things." Father hissed.
"But it could be true, how do you know it isn't?" I challenged
"How do you know it is?" He shot back.
"Just tell me what you saw." He said before I could answer.
"It was dark and cold, I felt lonely and sad. I was missing someone but I wasn't sure
who… and there was a man, his eyes shone blood red. He talked but I couldn't reply. He
was kind. But he scared me. Father I'm not sure if this is me with this man but I
Don't know. It didn't feel like me, I felt thinner, weaker, and so sad." I explained.
"Tell me about this man. What was he like?" Father asked.
"I can't tell for sure, it was very dark but he was tall and very handsome and
muscular." I said slowly.
"What else happened?" he asked
"He touched my face softly with his hand, it was so soft, I wanted to touch him but my
hands were bound, so I touched his arms with my cheeks. He was very cold. I was
startled at first but I trusted this man." I said.
"Where were you?" he asked intrigued
"I'm not sure; it was cold and damp and had a horrible feeling about it, maybe a jail sell
or dungeon…" I mused.
Father stood up and began to pass past the chairs.
"Mary, you have visions of the future normally, but can you be sure this is you? Or do
you know your age in this vision?" he asked slowly.
"No it's too hard to tell." I said.
"Sir? May I see her?" I heard Sophie's soft voice drift through the kitchen door.
"Yes you may. I'll go see your mother." Father stood left the room.
"Are you okay? What did you see?" Sophie asked me, she pushed her strawberry hair
behind her ear and kneeled in front of me, her large blue eyes stared into mine.
"I'm fine thanks, I seen myself and a man in a jail sell or something." I explained.
"A man? You sly dog. What did he look like?" she joked.
"I'm only 15." I reminded her.
"No matter, next year you'll be old enough to marry." She laughed.
Sophie always cheered me up in times such as this.
"Aww sweetie, I'm only joking." She smiled warmly then wrapped her skinny arms
around me.
"I know I'm just a bit tired of these visions." I sighed.
In truth I hated the visions I had, last year when they started I just seen things that would
Only faint but as time went on I became more violent and I seen the 2 options of what
could happen, resembling the 2 choices a person would have, but that person was
normally myself.
When I became violent I hurt the friends I had, so mother pulled me out of school and I
was forced to loose my friends to keep them from getting hurt.
I had been very lonely and I could tell my sister was getting treated different because of
me, but she would never tell me, we were very close and talked often about everything.
"It'll be okay, they'll get better soon, the doctor is coming soon." She said.
Mother had called the doctor last week and he was coming tomorrow.
If he couldn't do anything it would be the priest next.
"I'm kind of tired. I think I'll go to bed." I said
"Okay goodnight, have a good sleep." She said, hugging me tightly and leaving me to go
upstairs in my own thoughts.
I wasn't in the mood for pretending to be happy.
I changed quickly and got into bed and lay staring at the ceiling, I knew mother would
not want to see me at the moment. I cried myself to sleep another night.