Charity was restless. She wasn't feeling good at all. She was as pale as a ghost and felt like an ice cube. "What's wrong with me?" She sighed " I feel so horrible. I just wish Miguel would have stopped by this morning, he always makes me feel so much better" She was about to cry when she felt a soft touch on her shoulder.
She turned her head and saw Miguel standing there. A huge smile appeared on her face as tears slid down her face. "You're here" She softly said.
"Of course I'm here. I'll never leave you Charity, never" He smiled back and wrapped his arms around her. "I don't know why, but I had a feeling that you needed me. Kay said you were sleeping but I had to come. I- I could feel you Charity" He whispered, " I could feel your heart beating"
She rested her head against him. "I'm so glad you're here. "
"So am I Charity, so am I" He held her, not wanting to let her go.
Meanwhile next door, Tabitha and Timmy froze when they heard the familiar voice speak up. Tabitha turned around and glared at the uninvited guest.
"You! What do you want?" She scowled
"More importantly what did you mean by Tabby wasn't so far off by what she said about Charity being…." Timmy couldn't say the rest.
There stood the Little Angel Girl looking sad. "Because Timmy, Charity isn't well. She may think that its nothing bad but unfortunately it is. Tabitha, you of all people should know.. because you were the one that put the curse on her."
"Oh- oh you're right! I did!" She cheered " I put that curse on her! Ha ha!"
"Tabby! What! Tell Timmy!" Timmy exclaimed
"It was right after our friends in the basement informed me that the child of goodness, Charity was born. I knew that she would be trouble so I put a curse on her. In case she came to Harmony, and was not destroyed by the time she turned 18, that curse would finish her off. The curse was, as her 18th birthday neared, she would become ill and well you can guess the rest"
"Oh Tabby how could you?" Timmy cried
"Um… because I'm evil! That's what we have been working for all along Doll- face, and now, now its finally time, and that angel brat knows it!" She laughed.
"Its true what Tabitha is saying, Charity will die."
"No!!!" Timmy yelled "Charity can't die!"
"Too bad Tim-Tim, she's doomed." Tabitha cackled.
"Poor Charity…" Timmy said sadly.
Back at the Bennetts, Charity had fallen asleep next to Miguel on her bed. Miguel had stayed awake watching over Charity. His dream kept coming back to him.
***Flashback to his dream***
He was in a cemetery with his brother, mother, and sister. Also with him were the Bennetts, the Russells, Sheridan, Ethan and Chad. They were all standing over a grave. He was crying. For what he saw on the gravestone, shot chills up his spine. The grave read: CHARITY STANDISH - 1983-2001.
***end of dream***
He found himself trembling as he held her. He felt her turn over and she slowly opened her eyes. She looked at him and felt his body trembling. She slowly sat up and lightly rubbed his back.
"Miguel, what's wrong?" She gave him a caring look.
"Charity, its nothing really." He couldn't tell her what was really wrong
"Miguel please? I know something is bothering you… please tell me what's wrong?" She begged him
"I had a nightmare Charity. It seemed so real. Sort of like I saw what was to come, but it couldn't happen, its so horrible Charity. I - I saw you- your grave… it was your gravestone…" He had tears in his eyes.
"Oh God…" She gasped.
"Oh, Charity I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you… I love you" He kissed her gently.
"No, no that's not it Miguel… Its not you scaring me, because… because I had that dream too…" She broke down in tears.
"Oh God…" He gasped and held her tightly. They both sat on the bed holding each other.
