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I think this chapter may be dedicated entirely to Neviah, as I think she's pretty important.

Five Years Ago

Neviah stood still, balanced perfectly on the very top of her home's roof. The wind blew around her, threatening to push her off, but she stood strong.

"Neviah! Get the hell off the damn roof, you're gonna fall and break your neck!" her mother's voice cut through the silence in her brain.

She startled, losing her balance. She waved her arms desperately, trying to stop herself, but she was falling over, hitting the side of the roof and falling twenty feet to the hard cement below...

Her eyes shot open, and she was standing on the roof. Automatically, she crouched down and steadied herself.

"Neviah! Get the hell off the damn roof, you're gonna fall and break your neck!" her mother's voice ran out, and Neviah blinked.

"Okay, mom. I'm getting down." She called down to her mother, who was standing twenty feet below on the hard cement below.

She swallowed, blinking rapidly, unable to get her eyes to focus. She shook her head.

"I just saw the future. I just saw the future." She muttered to herself. "Great. I'm talking to myself again. Still talking to myself. Aw, never mind. If I wanna talk to myself, I'll talk to myself. Okay, now I'm defending myself to myself."

She crawled, carefully, to the edge of the roof and stepped down onto the little edge that stuck out under her attic bedroom window, and slipped in through it.

She sat down on her bed, really just a mattress on the floor with blankets on it, and continued to blink her eyes rapidly. They just wouldn't focus properly.

She sighed, pushed herself up and walked to the window, looking out. The kid who lived across the street was sitting on his roof. It was a habit in this neiborhood.

He waved to her when he saw her looking out. She shook her head, annoyed. He was creepy and insane. He thought he was-

She remembered what happened on the roof, and waved back.

He gestured for her to come over, and she did, climbing quickly up the ladder that leaned against the side of his house, joining him on the roof.

"How are you, Neviah?" he asked her softly.

She shrugged. "I've been better."

He nodded. "You actually waved back at me. I've been waving to you for years, you've never waved back." He said, a question in his words.

"Everyone thinks you're insane."

"And you're one of those people." He stated.

She shook her head. "I've been having a little bit of insanity of my own. I think I saw the future." She glanced sideway, expecting him to do to her what everyone did to him. Laugh and mock.

"That's cool." He said instead.

She opened her eyes, gasping in a breath of air. She was in her room, sitting on her bed. She hesitated, rubbing her eyes, then got up and went to her window.

And there he was, sitting on his roof. He spotted her, and waved.

She gasped, sucking the air in though her teeth in shock. She shook her head, but still crawled out her window, slinking down the ladder that reached to her window and running across the street to his house, climbing up his ladder and sitting next to him.

"How are you, Neviah?" he asked.

"I knew you were going to say that." She whispered.

"Excuse me?"

"I knew. I... I saw. I think I can, maybe, see the future."

He nodded slowly. "Definitely a possibility." He said, a small smirk on his face.

She stared, shocked. "You are crazy. And now I'm crazy too."

He laughed, and reached out to touch her face gently. "Look at my hand."

She looked down, but there wasn't anything there. But that wasn't right, because she could feel it there. She reached up to grab the hand.

"I can't see it. I can feel it's there, but I can't see it." She said, shocked.

"I'm not crazy, Neviah. I really can turn invisible."

She turned to look at him, and saw a boy that wasn't crazy, or creepy, but a just a normal- normalish- boy, who could turn invisible. And she saw this for the first time. And the last.

She gasped as the light suddenly cut out, throwing her vision into total darkness.

"I can't see anything." She said.

"Am I invisible?" he asked, worry in his voice.

"No, I can't see anything. Nothing at all. Can you see?"

"Of course I can see, Neviah. What are you talking about?"

She swallowed. "I think I'm blind. I think I've gone blind, Alan."

Line.

"Well, I can't find anything that would cause this blindness." The doctor said helpfully.

Neviah's mother glanced at her watch. "Can you fix her?" she asked, annoyance in her voice.

The doctor sighed. "I can't give her back her sight if I don't know what caused it."

Neviah sat in silence, listening to the doctor. Her eyes were closed, and she thought she might never open them again. Get a pair of dark glasses and a cane and walk around blind.

She stood quietly, the talking of the doctor and the complaining of her mother gone. She couldn't see though her eyes, but she could see everything anyway.

A woman, speaking a lullaby gently in Hebrew to a small child in her arms, was sitting on a bed in front of her.. A man stood next to them, smiling.

And then she was in New York, and what was happening was more terrible than she could imagine, the terror running through her veins, and she closed her eyes tight, wanting to not see it, but that didn't stop in because she wasn't seeing this through her eyes..

But then a woman stepped through the chaos, and Neviah knew she would save everything.

"How the hell can you not know what caused it!" her mother's voice came, and Neviah couldn't see anything again. She slumped down, feeling her way so she wouldn't fall off the exam table.

That baby in the woman's arms was the same person who would end that horrible, horrible thing.

And she knew. No matter if she was blind. No matter if she didn't know what was going on exactly. No matter she was simply a child. She would make sure this child happened. No matter what it took.

It was her destiny.

Okay, so I made the switch between where the really life starts and her visions begin nonexistent because I wanted to show how real and sudden her visions are. She, in the beginning, could hardly even tell what was actually happening and what was going to happen.

Also, I may have stated Neviah is only sixteen in present time, but this is inaccurate. This was simply Tony's estimate. Because of her size, which is from hardly eating for the five years from this to present time, she looks younger. She is around eighteen, actually.

And to anyone who says eighteen years olds can't look sixteen, well, I say this is false.