Okay, well, sorry.
I know this story sucks.
I wrote a year ago.
I sucked at writing.
I still do, really.
Anyway, enjoy.
Chapter nine
Alice's POV
We were silent for a moment, standing in the glow of the sunset. I suppose it would be romantic, if we weren't arguing.
Finally, Jasper spoke. "I understand." he smiled.
"I knew you would." I said, and he put his arms around me.
"But, I just have one question. Are you ready for this?" he asked.
"I'm ready. Are you?"
"No. but I will be." he laughed. I laughed with him.
We stood on the edge of the lake, watching the sunset.
Then I had a vision. It was me, lying in my bed again, my eyes closed. Jasper was staring at me, sadness clear on his face. Rosalie was standing against the far wall, holding a baby, wrapped in a blue blanket.
"Alice? What do you see?"
"I..." I was terrified, I couldn't be... dead? Could I? "I saw the baby."
"Was something wrong?" he asked, concern obvious in his voice.
"um.. yes."
He turned me around, to look me in the eyes. "what was it?"
"I... I think... something happened to me..." I said.
He didn't react for a moment. "What exactly do you think happened?"
"I'm not sure."
Jasper shook his head. "I knew this was a bad idea. This baby will kill you." he said, looking at me, fearing for my life.
