Chapter Fifteen
It seemed like hours before the police arrived; one of the officers led Annabel to one of the police cars and explained to her that they needed to ask her a few questions. The drive to the police station was a very quiet one, and it reminded Annabel of the drive to the airport after the collapsing overhang.
Annabel numbly answered all the police officer's questions before they let her lay down on a cot that was shoved against the room's far wall.
Annabel lay numbly while she watched the officer dial her phone number on the black phone that rested on his desk. After five minutes, the office hung up the phone, apologizing about the fact that her parents weren't home.
"No, they're out. So are my brothers." Annabel muttered, her voice flat and expressionless.
"Is there someone else you'd like to call to come pick you up?" The officer asked.
Annabel thought for a moment. "Yes, there is." She finally answered.
It seemed like a few more hours before the door to the room opened; Annabel and the police offer turned their heads to see who had entered the room. It was Joshua.
"I got here as fast as I could after you called." Joshua said and rushed over to Annabel's side. "What's the matter?" He asked.
When Annabel requested that the officer not tell Joshua why he was coming down to the station, she didn't know why she had asked however.
"Sara's dead." Annabel answered, trying to keep her voice from wavering; however, that was nearly an impossible task.
"What happened?" Joshua asked, locking eyes with Annabel.
Annabel told Joshua the whole story, leaving out the part about her 'vision'. When she was finished telling him, she began to cry again. Joshua embraced her and she buried her head in his chest, her shoulders shaking with every sob.
After the officer officially said that it was all right for Annabel to leave, she and Joshua left the station and began walking -to where they didn't know.
"What exactly happened Annabel?" Joshua asked, feeling sure that she hadn't told the whole story, to him or the police officer.
"I don't want to talk about it, Joshua." Annabel said, looking away from him.
They continued to walk in silence, neither knowing what to say. Without realizing it, Annabel saw that they had been walking in the direction of her house; now, they both stood in the driveway. Her parents' car was in the driveway and the porch light was on, as were some of the lights in the house.
"I'd better go." Annabel said, motioning to her house.
Joshua nodded; Annabel turned to leave but Joshua grabbed her arm. Annabel turned around and Joshua kissed her before she could say anything.
When Joshua broke the kiss, he looked at her; Annabel smiled slightly and said her goodbyes once again.
They parted ways and Annabel walked to her front door and turned the doorknob, surprised to find the door unlocked. Her parents were sitting in the living room but they didn't bother to acknowledge that she was there.
Annabel walked up the stairs to her room and closed the door behind her. With half her mind still on Joshua, Annabel sat down at her computer. Something still bothered her about everything that had happened over the past few weeks; it was bizarre that she predicted the collapsing of the overhang and then she, Sara and Randy had avoided being killed, they had escaped their death. Then, she found out that Nicolas and his sister had also escaped getting killed, because of her; they had seen her 'freak out' and had pulled off the road. Then, Randy had 'committed suicide' and four days later Sara died. Sara had gotten electrocuted; that just doesn't happen that much, it was too eerie.
Annabel give a frustrated sigh and rested her head in her palms; it was all so confusing, so bizarre, so… Planned out. Annabel lifted her head and thought for a minute. Planned out? Was that possible? There was really only one person who would know.
Annabel got out a sheet of paper and begun writing a letter to her aunt in Long Island. She asked for information on Alex's girlfriend Clear; something told Annabel that she would be the one to answer all her questions.
Annabel finished the letter and stuck it in an envelope and wrote her aunt and uncle's address on the letter; in the morning she would ask for a stamp and mail the letter.
Setting the letter on her desk, Annabel changed into her pajamas and climbed into bed. As soon as she rested her head on the pillow, she realized how tired she was.
