'Why does this always happen?' I thought as I ran. 'Violet Vildes was the student who was never late,' I thought as I ran up the stairs.

I was doing the impossible; trying to beat the evil bell that every student swears is set a minute earlier than said. Of course me being the worlds luckiest person even though I have gone to this school, Saint Gilds, for the past two years, I had still yet to get use to the door at top of the steps, leading into the hallway, opening with the person unaware your on the other side (who the hell doesn't put windows of some sort in a door like that?!) Oh and of course just like every other girl I happened to have another one of my not so infrequent 'episodes.'

These 'episodes' have recently become the bane of my life. They happen at the worst times and make no sense what so ever, even to a person like me. They consisted of a series of flash images. The scary thing is usually not long after these scenes play out in my head in rapid speed, they occur. Usually only right after these events have occurred do the seemingly unrelated images click together. Every birthday surprise ruined. Any surprise for that matter. And never do they seem to help me. Never any warning of a pop quiz or prank planned out by my friends. Plus I have to stop completely each time so not to run into anything which didn't seem to help when something is coming at you.

And of course right as I reached the top of the stairs fate decided to be a bitch and pull another one of, what I have hesitantly decided to call, visions. I got flashes of what could easily be called the most beautiful being I've ever seen, with shaggy dark as night hair, dark almost black eyes, and pale flawless skin standing looking down at something. Then it flashed to what looked like a girl laying at the base of the stairs with blood spattered across her not quite as pale face wearing a familiar black hoodie, and yet again it flashed right as the door, in all is extremely hard wood glory, came singing back to meet my dumbfounded face interrupting the final scene.

Of course with me it just had to get worse so I wasn't that surprised when I found my self tumbling down the stairs. In extreme pain, of course, but unsurprised. Finally after what seemed like ages of falling down stairs that seemed to get harder and not so blunt I found myself at a stop at the bottom. As I felt the oh not so unfamiliar darkness drawing in I heard a strongly accented voice that I guessed as Russian state what sounded like, "Nice tumbling skills there Grace."

I sneered as I blacked out.

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'Come on' I pleaded in my head, 'You can do it, just one up one stupid eye!' I really should have been able to open up my eyes no matter how painful after all the accidents that have had me black out in. Oh yes I was awake, but I always found opening my eyes, after the onslaught of pain, the hardest part about waking up completely. I had no idea where I was, or how I ended up on such a comfortable bed. Then it all came back to me. The flickering flashes of the beautiful stranger, the colliding of my head with the door, the beautiful gymnastics show I created, and the Russian voice complimenting me, in the most insulting way…

I decided it was high time I woke up, and as I slowly and painful cracked my eyes open, I was wonderfully blinded as I opened them far enough. 'Damn, why do the lights have to be so freakin bright?!' I decided to use my brain and turned over first before I opened my eyes so not to repeat the blinding process. What I found was a bright boringly painted white room; I didn't need to see the two other cots to my left with a window on the wall that I was facing which at first glance looked as if it had bars on it, to realize I was at the school nurses. As I made this exciting revelation a killer headache kicked in. As I reached up to message my temples my hand brushed against my cheek and a warm liquid. As it finally clicked that I was the girl with the blood all over her face with a black hoodie I reached over to the bedside table where I had spotted a mirror and sat up looking at my pale blood smeared face. I seemed to manage from getting any in my short blonde hair. 'At least the blood contrasted well with my often called emerald green eyes I,' thought as a stab at failed optimism.

"Ugh." I moaned and upon hearing me our school nurse Mrs. Lane quickly walked over.

"Oh dear, I didn't think you'd be up for a while Violet! You had a nasty little tumble I heard and it seems luckily you haven't broken your nose but have a little concussion. I have called your parents and your father is coming to pick you up. Our on staff emergency doctor said the concussion wasn't serious and a few days rest it'll be good as new!" She stated this all in an overly cheery voice that only helped on my head ache's mission to annoy me to death.

But at least this overly expensive and snobby school had something going for it. I doubt any other schools have emergency doctors so trips to the hospital wouldn't be necessary, thank god. But as I thought this I realized I didn't remember how I got to the nurses. I doubt even this school for the rich and richer has people paid just to walk around looking out for girls falling down the stairs.

"Mrs. Lane how exactly did I get here?" I asked quietly.

"Oh a very nice young man carried u in here,"

'Oh that just makes my day.'

"And was kind enough to lay you down and wait till the doctor arrived. He seemed really interested in you and seemed to know you because he did tell me your name. Too bad I wasn't able to get his name from him. He left right as I was about to ask. Oh excuse me for a second."

As she bustled off to answer the phone I couldn't help but wonder who this guy was. Was he the same one from my vision? How did he know my name? Why did he seem interested? Did he know the secret that I only shared with my most trusted friends? As I ran all of these questions through my head I realized I'd never know until I hunted him down and asked. Little did I know though that I wouldn't be the one doing the hunting.

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