"Don't you think this is a nice color, dear?" Daniel asked me as we walked the many shops in New York. I could do nothing, but nod my head. He seemed not to notice. Picking up the light pink color fabric, he left me to go and talk to the sells lady. I jumped for joy on the inside. For nearly three hours, we'd been walking the many shops, looking for fabric and such for our wedding.

I was tired.

Things were getting like this. I would complain that I hadn't the strength to walk, that the sun hurt my eyes, but Daniel wouldn't listen and proceeded to pull me out into the open air. All I wanted was to sleep, to rest what little energy I had left. But he would haven none of it.

I could see the worry in Lea's eyes, the way she would watch me as I moved about from room to room; and I could see that she knew it was time. She made the preparations for my burial in silence, never telling Daniel.

At night, I would lay awake, coughing up blood and sweating until my clothes and the bed coverings were soaked. And she would be there, to changed me, to care for me, while Daniel was off doing only Kami knows what.

My figure was almost gone, and even now it makes me laugh remembering the comment Daniel had made one morning at breakfast, after watching me cough up more blood into my small napkin.

"Don't you think you should eat something, dear? You are beginning to look like death," he had told me, while he bite into his biscuit. I had to hold Lea back with my eyes, for my body had no strength left to do it by hand.

I wonder now if he was surprised by my death.

I am very happy to say that I hung on for a very long time. Daniel never noticed how I would sleep, hours into the day or if he did he never said anything. His comment about my eating habits was his last towards me of such nature. Even now, I don't remember his presence at my bedside as I lay there dying.

I remember Lea's, of course. I remember Mama's and Papa's. I even remember Lea's children coming to bid me farewell, but never Daniel.

But I do remember my last words, and the face that stood before me as I shut my eyes for the last time and took my last breath. I died on May 30th, 1896, with Christophe's name on my lips and his face before my eyes.

AN: I realize that last memory seems a bit confusing, but that is how it was told to me. Dreams don't often make sense, and perhaps mine never will.

My next memory is of this time, this present.

As I said before, I was born on May 4th, 1981 to parents who had forgotten to love one another, and as such, they divorced before I was five. I lived with my mother, with the man she called her boyfriend, and my older sister. My mother's boyfriend, Frank had four children of his own, and as such we were a large family.

I was one of the middle children, 4th oldest to be exact. I don't know if I was ever truly loved, for as I have told other's, my mother is a selfish person. My childhood was short, gone the year I turned ten. However, my memories, my "gift" wouldn't come to me until I was fourteen; and by then, I welcomed death.

When I was fourteen, I was a very unhappy person. Dreams of death and destruction would do that to a person, and I was having them almost every night. I was so tired, that my teachers thought something was wrong with me. And perhaps there was. I couldn't study, nothing would stay in my head, and I didn't have many friends. The friends I did have were just there to use me, and I let myself be used. I didn't care.

The year I turned fifteen, someone very close to me died. I remember the funeral, I remember the service, I remember the colors of his suit. And it was then that I understood what my dreams had been telling me. I cried for days on end.

That same year, I fell in love with a boy. Or rather two boys, to say the least. James was sweet, kind, and cute. Luke was the complete opposite. And so I dated James for almost five months. We fought, made up, had fun together. But I never told him about the dreams, I couldn't… He wouldn't have understood.

James came from a very religious family, one who believe in God and such. While I didn't. His parent's didn't look down on me for that, oh no. I figured it was because they believed that one day, I would come to see that they were right and everything. But I never did. However, my time spent with James was happy.

Before James, through, was Luke. Luke and I dated a whole two weeks, before he met and fell in love with my best friend at the time, Marie. He broke up with me, to date her. They didn't even have the guts to tell me in person, I found out from someone else and approached her in the cafeteria at school that same day. She confessed to me, saying Luke wanted to tell me himself.

And he did. When I got home that very same afternoon.

By the time James and I broke up, it was summer and my 8th grade year was ending. Luke moved that same year, and it would be many years before I would see him again. My mother felt that I was becoming a different person, and so she sent me away for the summer. I came back, and once more a new school year was upon us.

I started out my high school career with a boyfriend, but two days later found me single. By the end of the following month, I would once again have a boyfriend; however this one would be related to the one man who would hold my heart for four years.

Aaron was cousins with Gage, and it was Aaron that I had begun to date that cold October day. And it was with Aaron that I would be in the accident that would change my life forever.

Aaron and I had a happy relationship, but something was wrong with it. I noticed it right away, noticing how I didn't fully have his attention and at times, I felt as if he was lying to me. (And he was, but I wouldn't learn the truth until later, of course).

It was a cold November day, when we decided to go to the mall, my friends and I. Aaron would be driving, being sixteen and having his license already; and so we picked up Marie (who, by now was dating a totally different boy, thanks to me once more), Marie's boyfriend, Garrett, my step-brother, Ryan, and another of their class mates by the name of Lee.

Aaron had called me after I gotten home from school, asking if I wanted to go to the mall. I said yes, of course, and called my mother to ask permission. I told Aaron that I needed to take a small nap before hand, for my allergies were bothering me. He said okay, and he'd pick me up in an hour.

It was while sleeping that I saw the vision. I thought it was just a dream, it being in black and white. But it wasn't, and I should have paid more attention to it.

In my dream, I watched helplessly as a car drove off a cliff-like side of road, fall upside down into the water, and as the water began to cover the car, no one came out. I knew what kind of car it was even, a Ford Taurus; but the color was lost to me.

I was worried, that was the same car my mom drove. I called her, telling her to be careful on the way home and that I was going to the mall with Aaron. She said alright, and told me to be home before ten because it was a school night.

Aaron showed up twenty minutes later, and thus began our journey.