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A/N: Beta'd by cupcakeriot. Without her, this would have been impossible.

Sol si faull aunk sol si rosu,
Oncu lufiru kauwn aunk aunishur swolojhs ruphrosu.

Augury Chapter One

I run my fingers over the front of the headstone, over the all too familiar words:

Renée Swan

A beloved daughter, wife and mother.

1965-1999

I hate these words. They make her so much more real for me. They prove that she existed. That she was real. That she is dead. Dead.

"Bell, you better hurry. It looks like it's going to snow again," Emmett, my big brother, shouts from a few feet behind me.

"I'm almost done," I shout back. Sighing, I place the bouquet of flowers I brought in front of the headstone and close my eyes.

Hi, Mom. I don't know where you are or how you're doing but I hope you're fine. It's okay down here. Nothing to worry about.

I take in a deep breath and continue.

Dad didn't come here today. He's probably locked himself inside his room again. Away from us. So, it's just me and Emmett today. He's waiting by the car for me. I asked him to come with me to talk to you today but he refused. He said he just couldn't. He's burning from the inside, Mom. He's not letting anyone see how much pain he's in. But I know.

Snow is falling now. I pull the coat I'm wearing more tightly around me.

The good news is that he has finally asked Rose out. About time, right? They look so good together, Mom! I wish you were here to see them.

"Bell, we should leave now," Emmett yells.

I have to go now. It's going to come down heavy any time now. I love you.

I stand up and walk to where Emmett is standing. He opens the car door for me and I get in. "You okay?" Emmett asks me, starting the engine. I nod. Usually, while driving, my brother has loud music blaring out of the radio. But not today. Today, it's quiet.

I look out of my window and watch the passing scenery. It's snowing heavily now - I really can't see anything except the trees. I feel my eyelids droop and before I know it, I'm drifting off to sleep.

There is blood. Everywhere.

Her eyes are open, blank and unfocused. Her mouth is slightly agape.

The sun's light is reflected from the shiny metal stuck vertically in her stomach.

A bloody, silver dagger.

Someone screams and I wake up from the nightmare. The same nightmare I've had for the past ten years.

A/N: Leave me your thoughts. K, bye!