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Chapter 2: I'm Physchic
Alice's P.O.V
The next morning, all was quiet. My mother seemed to be hiding something, but I didn't know what.
She focused on her needle instead of me. I struggled to maintain the silence, for I didn't want to upset her, but my dream of her standing tearlessly on the porch while I was being carried away danced in my head.
As I got up from the table heading for the door, my mother spoke for the first time, in that slight accent of hers. "Are you goin' to the lighthouse again?" I nodded, though I knew she couldn't see me. "Yes, ma'am; I'm going to meet up with Tim and Ella."
She turns around in the mahogany chair to face me, brown eyes unreadable. "You have been spending a lot of time with that young man, Mary. It won't be too long until he's lookin' to settle down, and marry a fine girl. Is that what you want? Is he gonna be the one you're gonna be with, because you won't get a second chance. Think of how your kids will turn out."
She had said it so calmly, but as she did, heat had risen to my cheeks and my insides burned. How could she say that? How could she be crazy enough to think that Tim would want me? It was obvious that Ella was more beautiful than I, with her long golden hair and amused eyes that won over any mans heart. Tim couldn't possibly like me over her, could he? I mean, I've kind of always hoped, but there are plenty other women for him to choose from.
No, mother," I say, my usual perkiness fading, but trying to remain calm. "Tim would never do that. He isn one of my best friends and has never even rough this horrid topic up." I'm sure my cheeks were a bright scarlet, but I didn't care. "And I'm above thinking of a man based on how the children might turn out. If you forget, mother, I'm still quite the child myself!"
I turned on my heel, walking straight out the door, my mother gaping, wide eyed, after me. I slam the door behind me and run to the lake, hands covering my face. I ran down along the water's edge, golden sand swarming around me.
I hit the ground hard, sending pain up through my knees, but I didn't care. I just cried.
I cry for everything; my father, my mother, Tim, Ella, EVERYONE. I don't know how long I stayed like that, sun beating down on my back and tears streaming down my face, but after a while, I felt a cool hand on my back. I looked up to see Tim; concern plastered on his sky blue eyes.
"Mary, what's wrong?" He's sitting next to me now, trying to comfort me.
I try to hide my face until he uses a finger to gently turn me to face him. "What is it?"
I sigh, looking everywhere but him. "My mother." This obviously didn't come as a shock to him, because he's still looking at me intently, waiting for me to continue. I just bury my face in my hands. I heard a sigh next to me, and a soft whisper. "You know you can trust me, Mary. You can tell me anything, you don't have to be embarrassed about it."
He removed my hands from my face, and forces me to look at him, hands still clutching mine.
"S-She thinks you're going to ask to marry me, but she doesn't want you to," I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks and all I want to do is hide under a rock, to be anywhere but here.
Tim was silent for a few minutes, deep in thought. His face changed and then he was staring at me, smiling.
"Well, Mary, I think the question here is 'Do YOU WANT me to marry you?'" I stare at him in disbelief, thinking I'd misheard him. The look of pure joy on his face lets me know that I hadn't. As I'm trying to figure out what to say, my insides are screaming, "Yes yes YES!" So loud I bet Tim can hear it, but instead I asked, "Do you want to marry me?"
Tim just smiles and says. "For as long as I can remember."
I grin with newly found excitement. I lean up so I'm right next to his ear when I whisper, "Then yes, I would love if you would do the honor of marrying me."
He laughs, light and carefree. He stands up, brushing the sand off his trousers and offers me his hand. I take it standing to brush the sand of the skirt of my dress.
"Now," says, grinning at me, "You know I'm very proper, so I must get down on one knee."
He does, gently holding my hand out. I have to force myself from having fit of giggles, as he says, "Mary Alice Brandon, You are my best friend, my shoulder to lean on, the one person I know I can count on, you're the love of my life, you're my one and only, you're my everything. I ask that you grant me my wish and marry me and become Mrs. Montgomrey."
I could feel silent tears flowing down my red face, and all I could do was nod. Tim grinned, kissed my hand, and I was suddenly in his arms, spinning around and around. It was in this moment that I knew I loved him and I wasn't sure why I had been so blind before. I realized that I'd loved him since I'd met him, but only now, was I confident enough that I wasn't a naïve little girl.
"Now I must ask permission from your father," Tim says when we stopped spinning. I laugh, still trying to steady myself against him. "You're a day late with that, and I don't think my mother is going to be too thrilled."
He just shakes his head, and we walk up the bank, hand in hand. I take in the moment, never wanting it to end. Tim's dark brown hair was flowing in the breeze, making the curls look like a semi-halo around his face. He was sturdily built, and a few heads taller than me, but I didn't mind. His most amazing feature was his eyes. A blue so pure, it made the brightest of skis seem like a rainstorm was approaching. He was absolutely breathtaking.
He caught me staring and smiled, giving my hand a slight squeeze. I feel like I'm a hot air balloon, light and wild, and the only thing keeping me still grounded is Tim's hand in mine.
Ella was waiting for us at the lighthouse. She glanced at our hands, but didn't ask any questions, just gave me a wink. Of course she knew.
We sat on the old dock, and talked, about nothing in particular, but just talked, and it feels nice not having to worry about anything.
I look up into the sky where Ella had said I giant bird had flown by, but something else caught my eye; the moon. Though the sky was blue and the sun was still up, the full, pale moon was just visible. I had an instant feeling that my "dream" was going to come true. When I told this to Ella and Tim, they started devising a plan.
"I doubt your mom would actually send you to an Asylum, Mary. I mean, what have you done to be sent there?" Ella asks.
I sigh and mumble, "A few things" When the others look at me in confusion, I continued by saying, "My dream. This wasn't the first one. Once I had a dream of my mother, Father, me and a little baby. Well, in the dream, the baby died. You have to remember, I was really little, maybe 2 at the time. I told my mother and she was really spooked. She seemed to have been hiding something from me back then, and I suppose that was it.
"Another time was when I was daydreaming. I kind of had this sort of "Vision," I guess you could call it, where my dad got hit fighting and broke his arm. I told this to my mother and she said it was just silly girl nonsense, worrying about my father. Well, we got a call about a week later saying my father had broken his arm. The list goes on and on. I don't tell her about the dreams and visions any more, ever since last year. We'd been walking through town when I saw the car, like the one in my dream. They were dragging a little girl out of her house. The only thing my mother said was, 'That's what happens to crazy people, Mary.'"
Tim and Ella were quiet for a few minutes, taking in all I'd told them. When she finally came back to the real world, Ella was as excited as if she'd just been told that all fighting became an end, and that the war was over.
"Don't you get it, Mary?" she squeals, grabbing my hand. "You're psychic; a witch!" I pull my hand away from her.
"I am NOT a witch, Ella." I say sternly, stealing a glance at Tim. He seemed undisturbed by this accusation and I was relieved, intertwining his fingers with mine for reasurence.
"Oh, I know, but I've heard that some witches can see into the future! And that's what you can do!" Ella exclaimed. I laughed. She can make the most horrific situations more light and carefree.
"My mother has been acting more reserved and quiet the last few days. Do you think she's planning on calling the Asylum?" I ask them. They shrug, stumped.
"In your dream, it was a full moon, right? Well, we have the proof that there is one tonight.. Your mom was wearing a blue dress? Look for that, too. Be wary. Nothing's going to happen to you, but if they do come, you'll already know what's going to happen. You can avoid it and run," Tim advises. "We are not going to let anything happen to you."
I smile. "I have the two most amazing people as my best friends!" I exclaimed, making them laugh.
We waste the day away, planning and laughing, and I enjoyed it, knowing deep in my heart that this would be my last day with them.
When it was nearly dark, we said goodbye and began to walk home. Tim stopped me before we fully got into the neighborhood and said, "I'll watch by the end of the street to make sure the car doesn't come. If it does, I'll run and get you. No one is going to take you Mary, No one." He kissed me on my forehead and hugged me tightly, as did Ella before she left, said he loved me, then turned and ran down the street.
As I turn onto my street, I have a sudden suspicion that I'm being followed. I turn around swiftly but no one's there on the dark street. I can feel it getting colder, and I begin to pick up the pace. I hear a chuckle behind me and spin so fast that I fall on the ground.
As I'm picking myself up I see a figure at the end of the street. A man, from his size, but I can't see his face. The only thing I can see is his black eyes, like soot from a fireplace. He smiles at me, exposing startling white teeth. He begins walking towards me as I scoot back, preparing for a scream. When he's just about to leap on me, he stops, seeing my face. He mutters an "Oh my, it's her" and is gone. Disappeared. Not I a trace insight. Now I really am crazy.
When I make it inside, my mother is at our small dining table, eating her soup. "You're late" she snaps as I sit down in front of her. "I was being followed on the street." She didn't say anything, like she thought that it was a normal occurrence, which it wasn't. That's when i noticed what she was wearing.
Her brown hair was pulled back in a tight bun and she was wearing a dark blue dress, like form my dream. I knew what was coming, but I was too afraid to move.
If I left now, she'd get suspicious. I'll just have to act like nothing's wrong.
"Mary?" "Hmm?" I ask her, not hearing her the first time. "I said, 'Did you have a good time today?'"
"Oh yes, I did, thank you." I say, giving her a wide smile that feels fake on my face.
"Well, that's good. I made this for you. I've been working on it for a long time." She places on the table blanket I saw her working on this morning. She displays the front and the back, and for the first time, I see it.
On the front is a magnificent horse, startling white with gleaming blue eyes. Next to the horse is an enchanted garden setting filled with flowers and ornaments of all shapes, sizes and colors. On the back it is a midnight blue, as the sky is on the front, but in white yarn, my name is scrawled. "Mary Alice Brandon"
My eyes are filled with tears as my mother passes it towards me. I touch it delicately, as if I were to move to fast, it might tear. I stroke the fabric, soft and welcoming like a newborn kitten.
I stand up from the table and hug my mother. "Thank you." I say, wiping tears from my eyes.
"An early birthday present" she replies, eyes strained on her soup. I cock my head in confusion. "My birthday is in a few days, why give this to me now?" but I was drowned out by the sound of a loud engine coming up the road.
Fear floods through me as I quickly glance from the door to my mother. "Why did you do this? I'm not insane!" I shout. I watch as a single tear falls from her eyes, but it's gone before it slides down her cheeks.
"You need to get better, Mary. I'm only protecting you, and everyone else you love." I try to shout something at her, but the door swings open, revealing large men covered in black from head to toe.
I see the largest man, the one that grabbed me in my dream, eyeing me with an evil grin. I stand up from the table, glaring at them. "And so it begins."
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