"Mary?" Cynthia's voice drifted into my head swirling with the visions I'd had lately.
"Hmm?" I rolled over to face her.
She was sitting cross-legged behind me, her large brown eyes met mine, and they were
full of concern.
"Are you okay?" she asked softly.
"Yes, is Mama?" I turned to face her fully.
"She was just a bit shaken, Papa told me what you seen, what do you think of that? And
do you know when it is?" she pondered.
"No sorry, I'm not even sure if its me…" I said slowly.
"Maybe its not…" she said suddenly.
"What?" She was smart. She brushed her thin chocolate brown hair from her face, we had
exactly the same colour of hair so did our father, but our mother was more of a mousey
Blonde.
"What if it's someone else trying to get in contact with you?" she explained.
"What do you mean?"
"Well it could be a girl calling to you, but using your visions, maybe she's in trouble or
needs help."
"Maybe. That's so smart." I smiled at her.
"Well let's see, where could she have been?" the question sounded rhetorical.
"Well it could have been a jail sell, a dungeon, maybe a cave? Nah it didn't really feel
like that…" I said.
"Hmm… well it is getting quite late maybe we should talk about this in the morning?"
she suggested.
"Good idea." I agreed.
"Well don't forget the doctor is coming tomorrow." She said.
"No he's not. He'll call in tomorrow and say they needed him urgently at the hospital and
he will try to come in tomorrow."
"Wow. Well I guess I should check with you next time I want to make assumptions."
Cynthia giggled.
Suddenly hearing her cute laugh I felt a stab of pain in my heart as if I'd miss her in the
future, but I wasn't leaving any time soon, it wasn't right that I should feel this way.
Maybe my latest vision had just confused me and made me paranoid.
I fell asleep almost instantly.
When I woke up I heard Father talking quietly to my sister.
"How do you know this?" He asked, he seemed angry but Cynthia was very strong and
determined.
"What else do you think it could mean? Hmm? If you send her to an asylum I will never
speak to you or your wife again, I will run away." She nearly yelled.
"We have no choice." He retorted.
"YES YOU DO!" she screamed.
"Cynthia calm down, I will talk to your mother, see if I can talk sense into her." He said
calmly.
"I'm not mad!" I sat straight up.
"I kno-" Father began.
"No I don't think you do! If your even considering it! I'm your daughter!" I shouted
"I'm not going to send you, we were just suggesting it, maybe it will be good for you
Mary?" he tried to back track.
"And it could be the worst thing for both me and Cynthia… do you not want me Father?"
I said suddenly.
"Of course I want you Mary don't be silly." He was getting angry.
"It obviously doesn't sound like it." I objected quietly.
"Mary! This was just a suggestion, we are not going to act on it until we are certain." He
objected.
"Mamas already decided." I said nearly a whisper.
"What did you say?!"
"I seen it yesterday." I whispered.
"Mary." He growled.
"Father?" I challenged.
He said nothing; he rose off the edge of Cynthia's bed and left without a word.
"Mary?" Cynthia asked, her voice was full of fear.
"Yes?" I turned to place my hand softly on her shoulder.
She was wearing a white night gown, the same kind as mine, though hers was shorter by
a few inches to match her height.
"They aren't really going to take you away are they? Father wouldn't allow it." She tried
to make sense of the situation. She was only 12 this was going to be hard for her.
I knew it would happen within the month. She was so young this would be too much for
me to take, being ripped away from the one I love the most in this world. Not to mention
Mary, Mama or Father.
I sighed and looked away I didn't want to lie to her and I didn't want to tell her the truth,
this would ruin her.
"Mary?" She choked, panic rising in her sweet voice.
I could hear the tears falling though they did not make a sound and I could not see them.
"Cynthia…" I began.
"Don't leave please I'm begging you. I don't want to go on with out you." She sobbed.
I couldn't continue to face the wall away from her. I turned to face her, her eyes were
puffy and red, fresh tears were running down her cheeks.
I wrapped my arms protectively around her and she sobbed noisily into my chest.
"Mary- I don't- want to- live- with out- you." She drew in jagged breaths.
"Don't cry, sweet child, don't cry
Dry your tears and see the sky
If I could stay id never leave your side
It is only too easy just to hide.
I will love you forever
And forget you, never
Smile and remember
Our time together" I sung softly to her.
Her breathing eased and slowed into deep breaths.
"Did you make that yourself?" she asked slowly.
"Yes."
"Its very good" she smiled.
"I made it to make you smile, I'm glad it worked." I whispered.
So let me know if that wasn't sad enough or what it needs working on ect.
And tell me if there's any mistakes I made.
Thanks heaps =]
Shanty