A couple of months later, in the month of August, my birthday finally rolled around. Just before present time, the second vision of my life came. I saw what my mom and dad where getting me. I was surprised but still kept it a secret.
"Happy birthday, Alice," my mom said as he handed my wrapped dress. I felt guilty for not telling her, so that night, I came into my parents' room and told them.
Mom looked at me like I was crazy and the vision that followed was shocking. I was in the asylum in the heart of the city and my mom and sister was outside the building. When the vision faded, I saw my mom still staring, only this time she understood. That night, sister climbed into bed with me.
"Mommy and daddy are fighting again," she told me and I just sighed.
"It is going to be OK, Cynthia," I told her. "I will always look out for you, no matter what happens." I thought that I would be able to keep that promise. It sounded like an easy promise to keep. I was wrong.
The next day, when dad left for work, mom suggested a car trip. I hadn't had any visions so I had no idea where we were going. As I got in the car with Cynthia in the baby booster beside me, I asked the question I had feared the answer to.
"Where are we going, mom?" I asked her, but she just smiled and started the car.
When we go to the city, I saw the asylum and my eyes were wide as I found out where mom was taking us for a 'car trip'. I started screaming and before I knew it, I was inside that horrible building. Still screaming in my mothers arms, mom walked up to the reception desk and she started talking about leaving me here. She told her everything: That I was 14 years old, my birthday and that I have been having visions since I was 10. I couldn't stay here. I was already hyperventilating from being in here. When she stoped talking to the receptionist, she put me down and held me still with one hand. She turned to face me and she whispered something in my ear. The last words of her voice before she left me. The guards then picked me up, still screaming and took me to an empty cell. Behind me, in between screams, I could hear my sister crying. It was then I realised that screaming wouldn't help in this dark cell. I thought for a moment and shook my head. I couldn't believe what she had said to me. I wouldn't. The last 3 words. I love you.