The Vision

Chapter 1

Isabel

It's been 3 months since Rochelle died. I – I just can't believe I couldn't stop it. I knew it was going to happen yet I… I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING. Ok, I've just gotta calm down and try to focus on my Uni lecture. It's kinda hard considering I keep thinking about the last time I saw Ethan and how thin and pale he was.

GOD, what is this woman blabbering on about? I can heal people with my bare hands, and she's telling me the right way to perform stitches. I mean really, why am I even doing this? Oh yeah, I wanna learn more about my powers and help people. And I can do that without suspicion in a hospital.

Even though I started two months ago, I haven't made any friends, and that's the way I want to keep it. The less friends I have, the less I have to worry about being found out. The only person in the class who pays overt attention to me, besides the teacher of course who think I am an angel because of all my medical knowledge, is this guy called Troy who goes out of his way to try and impress me. I find it quite funny and disgusting at the same time. Apparently he is player who only goes after girls with a good body and apparently a good ass. I only know this because of a girl in her third year here told me to watch out for him. She had her heart broken by him. He went out with her and when she wasn't interested in rooting him, he dumped her for the next girl with a nice curvy body. And while I am flattered he thinks my body is hot, 1) I have Arkarian, and 2) I wouldn't go out with him even if he was the last man on Earth. He is too much of a pretty body for my liking. Unlike Arkarian, with his muscular body, hid beautiful violet eyes, and his gorgeous long silky (I know this because I ran my hand through it the other day, but anyway) blue hair. Whoops! I just got informed by the girl next to me that I am drooling on my notes. Hahaha, greattttt! Oh well, it's not like I can think about Arkarian and not drool. I'm so lucky that I have him as a soul-mate. Oh god, snap out of it Isabel, the teacher is looking right at you.

"Errr…" Great, I can't even remember the teachers name at the moment. Thanks a lot Arkarian, with your beautiful eyes and –

"Miss Becket, I asked you a question. Now please answer it." Jeez, what's biting her?

"Would you please repeat the question, Miss Monty?" Aha, I do have manners. Suck on that Ethan!

"'Sigh' I asked you to tell me the first thing you would do if someone got shot and it was a clean shot? It went the whole way through their body." Phew. I thought it would be harder than that. As I tell the teacher, who by the way is named Milsy Monty (what kind of name is that? I mean really, people name her M & M. But that could also be the fact that she likes chocolate, but whatever), the girl on my right side, the same one who told me I was drooling, just passed me a note. I wonder what it says,

'Your name is Isabel, right? Nice save from M & M. I thought you wouldn't know. Not that I think you're stupid or anything, just that you were kinda drooling on your notes so I thought you were way off with the fairy's. My bad!

Anyway, the name's Silki, Silki Forborde. Weird name, right? Don't worry, I think so too.

Silk

xxx'

Wow, I mean WOW! I admit that it's a little weird to write this to someone you don't know, but maybe she has nothing to hide. Or she's just not afraid of getting beaten to a pulp if she says this to the wrong person. Oh well, better reply. I mean, I don't want friends, but I can be friendly at least… right? Great, now I am talking to myself. Could this day get any worse?

'SNAP'… Yes, apparently it can. Damn it! Why? Why, did my pen just have to snap? Why? And why did the ink have to go all over the kid next to me (who also happens to be twice my size)? What have I done wrong in the world?

"Umm, I'm really sorry," great now this huge kid, who happens to be a boy, is now staring at me like he wants to throw a punch.

"Well, that sucks," muttered that girl, umm, what was her name? Oh yeah, Silki.

"Yes, I know it sucks. I'm the one who looks like I am going to be killed." Watch my enthusiasm, Matt; watch it roll off my tongue like a rainbow of gold glitter. Great, now he's standing up and has his hand around my neck. Good lord, his hands are so big, they can fit around my whole neck. What does his mum feed him, for god's sake?

"Billy Conterode! Put her down this instant!!" Now the teacher comes to my rescue, bless her soul. I didn't want to hurt the poor guy. What the hell is he doing? He put me down alright, but now he looks like he wants to take a shit. His eyes are all clenched up tight and his tongue is hanging out of his mouth. Oh, I see, he was writing me a note…

'Girl with the blonde hair,' Great, now I'm 'girl'?

'you have a death wish and I'll make you regret putting ink on me,' Hey, it was an accident.

'meet me at the school gates after school. If you don't show, I'll just wait until you get to school tomorrow. Be there, or else!' What a lovely letter, I'm glad he showed it to me. Now, back to the lecture… Bloody hell, I have another note on my desk. Can't people just leave me alone?

'You didn't reply to my last message, so I'm just going to write you another considering you were probably just busy trying to not get Billy's spit on your face when he seethed. : ) Just joking… At least, I don't think he spits. Oh well, so are you going to meet him, or what?

Silk'

God, can this girl give up already? I have too many things to worry about. Ethan for starters, then there's my eighteenth in 2 weeks. I need to be ready for that because that is the age I stop growing up. Weird I know, but I know I did the right thing in taking the offer to stay ageless with my soul-mate.

Then there is also the fact that I need to keep Matt off my back for seeing Arkarian, and I need Arkarian to stop stopping at just kisses and fully take me to home plate because, I mean, I know we are going to live together for a very long time (unless one of use dies… bad thoughts, bad thoughts. Die. Die!), but I wanna feel him. ALL of him. Just like I want him to feel ALL of me. And like it. God, I'm such a romantic and I didn't even know it. Ok, now to reply to Silki's note.

'Silki,

you are right when you say I didn't reply because I was distracted by Billy. It's not that I don't like you. And no, I think he actually did spit on me. I felt the rain. : ) Anyway, yes, you got my name right. It is Isabel. Isabel Beckett. And I'm sorry about you seeing me drool, usually when I do it, I make sure no one see's. ; ) Yes, I will meet him, must get it over and done with after all.

Isabel'

There, I did it, and I am quite proud of it too. Not too friendly, suggesting friendship, and not too unfriendly, suggesting me being a stuck up bitch who thinks she's better than everyone else. Whoops! Sorry, sometimes I get ahead of myself. Oh, looky another one.

'Bell (can I call you that? Or do you prefer Isa?),

you seem like a really funny person. And as embarrassing as this is, I've gotta ask. Do you wanna be friends? I mean, usually you don't ask the person, but I don't really have any friends, because most of the people here are jerks or sluts, and I was wondering if you wanted to be one of mine? Friends, I mean.

Silk

xxx

P.S that's what you can call me instead of Silki, Silk'

As soon as I read this I go cold. I suddenly get a cold sensation as I read the first line on the page. 'Isa'. No, she can't call me that! No way!

Poor girl, she's freaking out at my expression. And probably the fact that I am hyperventilating in a room with all its windows open. Whoop! Keep calm, Isabel.

'Silk,

no offence, but please don't call me Isa. It brings back memories I want to forget. And I don't know about being friends. It's not that I don't like you, it's just… How can I say this without sounding awful?

I have too many problems at the moment. Too many things I need to fix. I just can't add anything else to the list. I'm sorry.

Isabel'

Well, I hope she'll get the hint. Oh, she's sent one back already? Speedy Gonzalas… Or not,

'So you think I'll be a problem to you? A burden? Well, I'm sorry you feel that way.'

Oops! The exact opposite of what I wanted. Oh well, at least she'll leave me alone now. Oh, was that the siren? Looks like I am about to face Billy. Meh, piece of cake.