Chapter 2: The vision happens
I ate my dinner slowly. I felt, woozy. I excused myself from dinner and lay down on my bed.
I rubbed my temples. I knew that other 16 year olds did NOT experience what I do.
I mean, no person had these, these blackouts! I didn't know why I did but I feared talking to my parents about them.
Right now, in the 1900's if you have any depression, you are classified as a mental patient! I didn't have depression, I had something completely different.
I heard the floorboards creak, my sister was going to the kitchen. Was that, that vision coming true? I opened my door and saw my sister sneaking to the kitchen.
I followed behind her. My parents went to bed early because they had to get ready for work at 4:00 in the morning. My sister opened the freezer and took out the chocolate ice cream. Just like in my vision? Yes, in my vision.
"Yummy!" Cynthia giggled quietly. I smiled, my sister loved sweets! I heard my parent's door creak open. I looked around frantically and hid in the closet. I was squished between towels and the door.
"Cynthia, Mary Alice?" My mother asked.
I opened the door just a little to watch. As my mother walked into the kitchen, I stepped out of the closet. I looked at the clock; it was exactly 9:00 PM. I watched my mother tell my sister to go to her room.
"Cynthia, you can't have dessert tomorrow." My mother told Cynthia putting the ice cream away; Cynthia nodded and walked to her room.
This was exactly like my vision. I quickly realized that Cynthia would see me! I ran as fast as I could to my room, I tried to be as graceful as I could also!
I was grateful that the dance lessons I took came in handy, I didn't make a sound! I opened my door and shut it immediately.
I slid down the door. My back was leaning against the door and I was on the floor. I felt the tears coming. I was scared.
"No. It can't happen... it won't happen." I told myself.
I won't go to an insane asylum! I thought to myself. I laid there for a couple hours. Crying, thinking, and wondering.
How could I, plain old Mary Alice Brandon, have visions? I got up carefully, not trusting myself.
Was I going crazy? I asked myself as I walked to the bathroom.
I took a brush and ran it through my hair. It was matted together. I washed my face; my eyes were puffy from the tears. I breathed a couple of times to calm myself. I nodded, it was okay.
It was probably just coincidence, I mean Cynthia always wants to go and get chocolate ice cream at night. Tonight she probably got confident. I knew that it wasn't okay though; I knew something was going on. Something I feared.