Chapter Thirty-Three
Annabel awoke with a sour taste in her mouth and a searing pain in her head. She opened her eyes and moaned, for a second not realizing where she was. She lay on a bed in a small room, covered with a dusty quilt. After a second, she remembered where she was -in one of the bedroom in Clear's cabin- and remembered everything that happened. Annabel let out a mournful sigh and buried her face in the dusty pillow and tried to force the sight of Joshua from her mind. It felt so unreal how everything was happening; first Randy, then Sara, then Cody, then Carter and now Joshua.
Annabel took her head away from her pillow and blinked her eyes. She listened to the quietness of the house around her and wondered if Clear and Nicolas were up or even if they were in the house. Annabel held her breath and listened; after a few minutes she could hear the clanking of pots and pans, which meant someone was cooking. Which meant she wasn't the only one in the house.
Annabel climbed out of the bed and walked out of the small room; Clear was in the kitchen -attempting to cook- and Nicolas was seated on the couch, flipping through TV channels with the "mute" on.
When Annabel entered the kitchen, Clear turned around and smiled. "You're up, finally. We didn't want to wake you, after last night and all." Clear said and motioned to the table behind her. "Pancakes?" She asked.
Annabel grimaced and shook her head; food was the last thing she wanted right now. She walked out of the kitchen and joined Nicolas on the couch.
Nicolas looked over at Annabel and smiled, though it was more of a halfhearted smile. Annabel attempted to return the smile but couldn't bring herself to do so.
Clear came over a joined the two on the couch. She turned to face Annabel, her face was suddenly serious.
"You know, we should really talk about what happened last night because I think you have a.." Clear began but Annabel cut her off.
"I don't want to talk about last night! I want to forget about last night and I want everything to go back to the way it was but that obviously is never going to happen!" Annabel yelled, feeling her voice rise with every word.
"Annabel, I think your gift is more powerful then Alex's was. I think you should try to learn how to use it.." Clear started but was once again cut off by Annabel.
"I don't want to learn how to use it! I don't even want the 'gift'; how can you call it that?" Annabel said, trying to keep her voice level but not doing a very good job.
"Annabel." Nicolas said, interrupting what Clear was about to say. Annabel turned around to face Nicolas. "All I have to say is that without you, I would be dead. You've saved my life twice.." Nicolas attempted to calm Annabel down.
Annabel, however, wasn't in the mood to be calmed down. Without another word she leapt to her feet and hurried out of the cabin, sweeping the sheet behind her.
Nicolas and Clear watched her go, both trying to think of what to do next.
Nicolas turned to face Clear. "What did you mean when you said you thought Annabel was more powerful then Alex? From what I've heard, the predicting death thing is pretty much the same." Nicolas asked.
"Well, not exactly. From what Alex told me he only knew who was next. From what Annabel's told me, she not only knows who's next but she also knows how they're going to die." Clear answered, her mind racing with what to do next.
Annabel could be in danger herself, after all they had no idea who was going to be next. It could be Annabel or it could be me, Clear thought.
Annabel awoke with a sour taste in her mouth and a searing pain in her head. She opened her eyes and moaned, for a second not realizing where she was. She lay on a bed in a small room, covered with a dusty quilt. After a second, she remembered where she was -in one of the bedroom in Clear's cabin- and remembered everything that happened. Annabel let out a mournful sigh and buried her face in the dusty pillow and tried to force the sight of Joshua from her mind. It felt so unreal how everything was happening; first Randy, then Sara, then Cody, then Carter and now Joshua.
Annabel took her head away from her pillow and blinked her eyes. She listened to the quietness of the house around her and wondered if Clear and Nicolas were up or even if they were in the house. Annabel held her breath and listened; after a few minutes she could hear the clanking of pots and pans, which meant someone was cooking. Which meant she wasn't the only one in the house.
Annabel climbed out of the bed and walked out of the small room; Clear was in the kitchen -attempting to cook- and Nicolas was seated on the couch, flipping through TV channels with the "mute" on.
When Annabel entered the kitchen, Clear turned around and smiled. "You're up, finally. We didn't want to wake you, after last night and all." Clear said and motioned to the table behind her. "Pancakes?" She asked.
Annabel grimaced and shook her head; food was the last thing she wanted right now. She walked out of the kitchen and joined Nicolas on the couch.
Nicolas looked over at Annabel and smiled, though it was more of a halfhearted smile. Annabel attempted to return the smile but couldn't bring herself to do so.
Clear came over a joined the two on the couch. She turned to face Annabel, her face was suddenly serious.
"You know, we should really talk about what happened last night because I think you have a.." Clear began but Annabel cut her off.
"I don't want to talk about last night! I want to forget about last night and I want everything to go back to the way it was but that obviously is never going to happen!" Annabel yelled, feeling her voice rise with every word.
"Annabel, I think your gift is more powerful then Alex's was. I think you should try to learn how to use it.." Clear started but was once again cut off by Annabel.
"I don't want to learn how to use it! I don't even want the 'gift'; how can you call it that?" Annabel said, trying to keep her voice level but not doing a very good job.
"Annabel." Nicolas said, interrupting what Clear was about to say. Annabel turned around to face Nicolas. "All I have to say is that without you, I would be dead. You've saved my life twice.." Nicolas attempted to calm Annabel down.
Annabel, however, wasn't in the mood to be calmed down. Without another word she leapt to her feet and hurried out of the cabin, sweeping the sheet behind her.
Nicolas and Clear watched her go, both trying to think of what to do next.
Nicolas turned to face Clear. "What did you mean when you said you thought Annabel was more powerful then Alex? From what I've heard, the predicting death thing is pretty much the same." Nicolas asked.
"Well, not exactly. From what Alex told me he only knew who was next. From what Annabel's told me, she not only knows who's next but she also knows how they're going to die." Clear answered, her mind racing with what to do next.
Annabel could be in danger herself, after all they had no idea who was going to be next. It could be Annabel or it could be me, Clear thought.
