Chapter Four
Two weeks later



For the past two weeks, Annabel had not left the house, or her room. But today was the funeral of Sara's mother and Annabel was going to attend it, even if her parents didn't think it was a good idea.
Annabel stood in her room, dressed in a long black dress that belonged to her mother. Annabel had her black hair tied in a bun so that it rested a top her head, exposing her pale neck.
The funeral was set to start a two o'clock but Annabel wanted to get there a little earlier; it was now one o'clock that was early enough. After bidding her family good-bye, Annabel left the house and headed to the funeral parlor.

At the parlor, everyone else had decided to come early as well. Relatives and friends of the Addisons were gathered together, talking in whispers. Sara or her father were not mixed among the crowd of mourners; Annabel felt out of place among the adults. Some of the mourners she recognized, like Sara's Aunt Evelyn, and some she didn't, but it didn't really matter because she was there to see Sara. However, Sara wasn't here so Annabel's venture was useless, for the time being.
When it was time for the funeral to begin, Annabel took a seat in the very back, hoping to go unnoticed. There was still no sign of Sara but Annabel guessed that she wouldn't miss her mother's funeral.
Annabel was right; Sara and her father soon joined the crowd, seating themselves in the front. Annabel moved to stand up and join her friend but the preacher came out and soon the funeral was started. Annabel slowly sat back down, deciding to meet Sara after the funeral.

Once the funeral was over, the mourners began to talk again. Some went up to Sara and her father to tell them how 'sorry they were that Mrs. Addison was dead.' Annabel walked over to Sara, who was rather surprised to see her friend.
"Hi. I haven't seen you in a while." Sara said, giving her friend and short hug.
"Yeah, I just wanted to come...." Annabel said, not sure what to say.
"Did you whole family come?" Sara asked. She and Annabel walked to one side of the room to talk alone.
Annabel shook her head. "No, just me." She answered.
Annabel and Sara talked a little while longer until Sara's dad came to get her to talk with some relatives. Sara promised to come to Cassie's funeral, which was later that week.
Annabel stood by herself, watching her friend disappear into the black crowd. Annabel was turning to leave when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to see a boy her age, dressed in black, standing behind her. Annabel barely recognized him as Joshua, a boy she barely saw at school; he was a loner, like her, but didn't have a single friend, as far as Annabel knew.
"Hi." She said, surprised that Joshua had come to funeral. She wasn't aware that he knew Sara, except for the way she knew him, from school.
"Hi. I need to talk to you." Joshua said and grabbed Annabel's arm to lead her into a far corner, where they wouldn't be bothered.
"About what?" Annabel asked when they were away from the others.
"You saw the overhang collapse before it really happened, didn't you?" Joshua asked.
Annabel blinked, totally taken aback by Joshua's question. She didn't know how to answer the question, and didn't know if she wanted to answer the question.
"Look, I know I don't know you very well and you don't know me very well either but, I'm sure you've heard of the Flight 180 air-disaster that happened a year ago." Joshua said, upon seeing Annabel's hesitation.
Annabel nodded, that was the air-disaster that her cousin had survived, a few weeks before he died in the freak accident.
"Did you know that one of the survivors predicted that it was going to happen before it exploded?" Joshua asked.
This statement took Annabel by surprised. Predicted the plane was going to explode? Just like she predicted the collapsing of the overhang. Annabel felt sick, for the past two weeks she had managed to convince herself that the dream she had about the overhang never really happened. Now Joshua was telling her that she might not be the only person that could 'see' death before it happened. "No." Annabel managed to say, her voice shaking.
"His name was Alex Browning and..." Joshua began again but Annabel wasn't listening to the rest of what Joshua was saying. Alex Browning, that was her cousin; it was too much of a coincidence. But that's all it was, a goddamned coincidence.
Annabel backed up, she didn't want to here any more of anything Joshua had to say. "I'm sorry, I have to leave." Annabel said, her voice shaking. She turned around and hurried out of the funeral parlor, leaving Joshua surprised about her sudden disappearance.

Joshua left the funeral parlor; now that Annabel was gone he had no reason to stay. He didn't really come to pay his respects to the late Mrs. Addison; he didn't even know Sara or her family, except for seeing her with Annabel at school. However, Joshua knew Annabel, even if she didn't know him very well; two weeks ago, he had discovered that Annabel, Sara and Randy had survived a freak accident at the airport on their way to Long Island. To Joshua, the few survivors of a freak accident reminded him of the air-disaster of Flight 180. A group of Long Island high-school students were going to Paris but seven of them got 'removed' from the plane. Later, it was released that one of the students -Alex Browning- had a vision that the plane was going to explode, which was exactly what had happened. Now, news reports were saying that one of the survivors of the recent accident had had a vision of the collapsing overhang. Joshua had reason to believe it was Annabel, he had figured she would be at the funeral, which is why he had come to talk with her.
Judging by Annabel's strange reaction to his questions, Joshua felt like his thoughts were justified. He would try to talk to Annabel again at Cassie's funeral, later that week. Joshua overheard Annabel talking to Sara about the funeral; Joshua knew that Cassie was the girlfriend of Annabel's older brother Randy, so there was no doubt that Annabel would be there. All he had to do was wait until the funeral, which was two days from now.

Annabel returned room and went straight to her room. Everything that Joshua had said to her unsettled her; she sat down at her computer and typed in "Premonitions". Lots of "search results" filed the computer screen; Annabel clicked on one website called "Predictions." Some of the stories were "true" others were fiction, like the story of the Greek woman Cassandra who saw her own death before it happened. She also predicted many other things, such as the falling of Troy, but no one believed her. Annabel found it strange that her name was "Cassandra", since that was the full name of the deceased Cassie. A bone-chilling coincidence, nothing more. There was another story about a man whom predicted his wife's death before it happened, no one believed him until she died and then believed him to be her killer. That was true story; Annabel continued reading the stories on the site.
Another story was that of an author whom wrote a story called "The Titan" about a ship that was supposed to be unsinkable until it sank. Years later the "unsinkable" ship Titanic sank, like the ship in "The Titan". Another was that of a celebrity who was supposed to take a bus to the premiere of her latest movie but had a vision that the bus would crash so instead she walked. Indeed the bus did crash, carrying another co-star of the movie.
Annabel stayed on the computer, researching the fatal premonitions that proved true, until she fell asleep at the keyboard. In the morning, she was awakened by Randy, telling her that there was someone her to see her.
Annabel noticed that she still had on the dress she had worn to the funeral, so she paused to change clothes. Then she went downstairs to greet whoever had come to pay a visit to her.