A/N: The main character's name of this story is Abigail. I know you're all thinking 'Abigail Chase', but it's not. This is Abigail Patterson and I will do my best to help not confuse you about it. Enjoy!! Please R&R when finished reading!!

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Visions

Chapter one: Chill

Abigail Patterson was lying on her bed, late at night, watching National Treasure, rewinding her favourite bits and watching them again. When it had gone eleven thirty, she started getting very tired and her eyes started drooping. But she couldn't go to sleep yet, she had to finish the movie! It was almost over, anyway…

But just after Ben and Company found the treasure, sleep overtook her and she was completely out to the world by the credits.

A little later her mother Stacy came to tell Abby to go to bed, and smiled lovely at her peaceful, sleeping daughter. She turned the TV and the heater off, closed the curtains, pulled Abby's bedclothes up over her and switched the light off, before kissing the teenagers forehead and returning to the lounge where she was watching a documentary on Discovery Channel about the hunting of Lions.

When Abby woke up, the first thing she noticed was the cold. Had mom turned off the heater again?? She was forever telling her not to, it was the middle of winter, for Pete's sake! She tried to roll over and go back to sleep for a couple more hours, but when she moved there was a small crunch that she recognised immediately. It was the kind of crunch that was only ever made by snow. Then she noticed the absence of the weight of her bedclothes coving her, and listening carefully she could not hear the normal blasting of the TV, just a whole lot of wind that sent chills down her spine. It was then she decided to open her eyes.

Immediately she wished she hadn't. It was a bright sunny day and the snow was a blinding white. She covered her eyes as best she could to protect them and looked around. There was nothing. No buildings, no small huts with radios and most importantly no people. That didn't stop her from her instincts: screaming. She shouted until she was hoarse, but nothing responded. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket to call anyone that could help her but there was no signal. Damn technology she thought bitterly, almost laughing humourlessly at the irony that was her telling her mother a couple of days ago that this was the one thing she couldn't live without.

She was on her own. And even worse: the cold was getting to her. She was shivering uncontrollably and her teeth were chattering so hard that she was afraid they were in danger of breaking. She curled up into a tiny ball, trying to keeping the little heat she had left fuelling her body: All she had on were the had on the night before: Black skinny jeans, a tank top and a thin jumper with pink slippers on her feet.

She sat there and rocked back and forth, waiting for hyperthermia to set in. Just as she was thinking about the possibility of never seeing her mother again, she heard the sound of distant engines. She sprang up, searching for the source of the noise. There, she saw, squinting a bright orange snow mobile. A couple of orange snow mobiles, she realised.

She didn't care who these people were, or how cold she was, or the fact that she had hardly enough will power to move, she sprinted towards the strangers, waving her arms frantically and shouting her loudest to get their attention. Finally somebody noticed her because to her relief she saw the front vehicle make a sharp right turn and was now heading towards her. She stopped the shouting and waving, but continued running because she reckoned, the sooner the better.

They were almost close when the ice that she didn't realise was so thin gave way beneath her. She was plunged down into blackness, the freezing water swallowing her. She didn't have the strength to struggle much, but inside her mind she was panicking. About ten seconds later two pairs of strong arms hoisted her out of the water. She came out spluttering, her lungs bursting with water. Her ears were full of water too, so she couldn't hear what they were saying, but didn't attempt to look at them either. She tried to say 'Thank you.' But she had no energy left. She just closed her eyes and thankfully passed out. Which was, in a way, good because if she had had the strength to look up into the eyes of her saviours, she would've undoubtedly passed out anyway.

A/N: So what do you think?? Should I continue?

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