This Chapter goes out to AliceCullenFreaK who gave me a lovely review and guess the right movie, A Little Princess. Which by the way is a great movie, sad though. Enjoy.

The sun came up too quickly, I felt like I hadn't slept at all. I probably hadn't, actually, now that I thought about it. My nightmare had kept on haunting me… But now, the morning light shone through out the room, and my fears had almost vanished.

I tip toed out of our quaint room, not wanting to wake Cindy. Cindy who had sang me to sleep last night... she was truly a gift.

I was surprised to see my father awake in the kitchen, reading the paper.

"Good morning Alice. What are you doing up so early on the weekend?" He asked me pleasantly.

I shrugged, "Same as always. If the sun is up, then so am I!"

Papa chuckled. "Did you sleep well?"

I flinched. "Uh huh." I lied. No need to worry him. Papa nodded and directed his attention back onto the paper.

As Papa read, I decided to head out for a walk. "I'll be back soon." I told him while walking out the door.

"Where are you going?" Papa glanced up. "Just for a walk, I'll stay close." I promised and then walked outside.

The fresh air felt lovely on my skin. I skipped towards the east, knowing exactly where I was headed. I came here often; it was my own personal outlet. No one else knew of this place, as far as I was concerned. The stream bubbled with excitement, and I smiled the familiar sound. Sitting down, I hung my feet just before they touched the rushing water. Papa would probably kill me if he knew where I went, afraid I was going to fall in or something. But, I never did, I was more careful than that. Nothing bad would happen.

I glanced at the flowers growing nearby. Everything was so beautiful, so fresh into bloom. That's why Spring had always been my favorite season. Everything and everyone was so happy, it even seemed as though the wildflowers were smiling at me. Stuck in my daydreams, I didn't realize some leaves rustling to the left of me. My head snapped up. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be my nightmare…

I sighed with relief when a baby bunny emerged from the bush. No creepy shadow lunging for my throat… Surprisingly, the bunny hopped towards me, and I welcomed it to come sit in my lap. The bunny hopped closer to me and I petted it gingerly. I'd never had a wild animal so close to me, and it felt nice, like the rabbit somehow trusted me.

"Hey there, little fellow." I whispered and stroked his silky brown fur. "Your not a white shadow, I shouldn't be afraid of anything… I'm just being silly." I continued. Wait, what was I doing? Talking to animals? As if they could understand me… But, incredibly enough, the little bunny looked like he was listening.

"What are you doing out here, without a mama? She's probably worrying about you…" I shook my head disapprovingly. "I wish I had a mama to worry about me. But, she's up in heaven right now…" I gazed into the clouds, and knew she was listening. The bunny nuzzled closer against my leg, and I continued playing with its soft fur.

I started making pictures with the clouds, imagining images of all sorts, when suddenly, something changed. The clouds were gone, and a new image was in my eyes. It was like my dream, so detailed and clear, but I was not asleep.

The setting was unfamiliar. It was very eerie, and almost a sad vibe. The ominous feeling in the air was almost tangible. It was a cemetery. I couldn't read any of the names on the gravestones; they were all crumbled and weathered. But, one caught my eye. It was newer looking than the others. Not more expensive looking, but newer. I found myself walking towards it. And then I read the name engraved.

Jonathon Phillip Brandon.

Wonderful husband and father to two beautiful girls.

1872-1917

That was this year.

I was now staring at the clouds again. I couldn't speak. I couldn't breath. My papa… was going to die.

Deep sobs erupted from my chest.

"WHY?!!" I shouted up to the sky.

The little bunny stared up at me in shock, fear in his molten eyes. And then, like a speeding bullet, the bunny shot off into the forest, afraid of me.

I couldn't stop the sobs. Then I stopped myself. I can't just sit here! I have to go save my papa! My papa, my only one left… I couldn't lose him.

I tried to run, but I couldn't. My tears and sobs were slowing me down, preventing me from moving.

"NO!!!" I shouted to the sky once more. "WHY?! WHY MY PAPA, GOD, WHY?!"

I tried, yet again to run. I tripped over my own legs a numerous amount of times. Right, left, sob, right left, sob, right left…

After what seemed like millions of impossibly long years, my house was in sight. I was practically crawling through the door, unable to speak, because of my tears. I gasped, for I saw none other than my father, sitting on the crisp, white couch.

"OH PAPA!" I crashed into him, and he looked at me, bewildered. I clutched his leg, I would never let go.

"Alice, what on Earth is the matter?!" He tried to pry me off of him but I wouldn't budge.

"YOU'RE ALIVE!!! I'M SO- SO" I could barely speak. "SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU!!!" I sobbed.

"Alice, honey, it's ok, I'm here. It's ok." Papa stroked my hair, soothing me. "Sweetie, where did you get the idea that I wasn't alive?" He tried to speak calmly, but I easily sensed the astonishment in his voice.

"I-I-I saw it! In my head…." I stuttered, confused at my own words. I tried to explain it through my tears.

"I was looking at the clouds, and then suddenly, in my head a new picture was there. I saw a cemetery, and then… a gravestone… dated this year… your gravestone." My voice broke at the last two words, sending a new flood of tears.

"You mean to tell me you saw something in your head? Alice, sweetie, you were just daydreaming… calm down." He comforted me.

"No, papa, you don't understand. This wasn't a daydream. It was too vivid, too detailed. It was too real…" I shivered. "And last night, it happened too. I had never seen anything like it… it wasn't a dream, I am positive of that." I declared, my voice still shaking.

"Ok, honey… Ok. Don't worry, nothing's going to happen to me." I could tell my father didn't believe me. I gulped. I wasn't convinced.

"Papa, you have to believe me… I'm not lying."

"I know your not, Alice… come on, I need to start making breakfast; your mother and Cindy will be waking up soon." Mother, I silently mocked. She would never be anywhere close to my mother. Never.

"Would you like to help me?" Papa asked.

"Yes, I would love to." I replied. Papa smiled and hugged me one last time, and sauntered towards the kitchen. Before following, I wiped my eyes, and kissed the butterfly charm on my necklace.

"Please don't die…" I whispered. "Please…"

The rest of the day passed by in a blur, I was hardly even there. Well, I was there, physically, but not mentally. I was swarmed in my own thoughts, in another world.

How was this possible? To see something in my head… something so real, it was impossible to be a daydream… Of course, I had heard the legends of crazy people that saw things that came true, but nothing had come true… Nothing yet… and I couldn't let it come true either… My papa and Cindy were the only ones I had left. The two of them held the key to my heart without my papa I didn't know how Cindy or I would cope. My mama had already left us, but now my papa too? It couldn't happen… It wouldn't.

"Mary Alice, what are you staring at?" My stepmother demanded. I snapped out of my daydreams.

"Nothing, nothing, just thinking…"

"You are such a strange little girl…" She shook her head and walked off.

Was I really strange? I wasn't that abnormal, was I? I was a normal, 15-year old girl. I had friends… well maybe not, but I had a best friend, Cynthia. And I had… I had interests, like anyone. I liked to laugh, and have good times with my sister. I liked to pick out clothes for us to wear and play dress up. That was normal… But maybe there was a part of me that was not normal. I did think too much, I could admit that much. And sometimes I found myself venting to animals, bunnies specifically. But that was only once… And of course, there was the obvious. That I saw things in my head… Things that I would never have even thought of or dreamt of myself… Maybe I wasn't normal after all. I was Alice, though, and I couldn't change that.

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