Disclaimer: I own nothing of Twilight. All characters and the plot belong to Stephanie Meyer.

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Cynthia and I were playing with our dolly's in the living room, while mommy was making dinner for when daddy came home.

"Cynthia, we forgot to get the tea set. We need it if our dolly's are going to have any tea." I told Cynthia.

"Your right." She exclaimed.

Cynthia raced up the stairs to go get the tea.

I was playing when all of a sudden I saw this weird image in my head.

It was of Cynthia.

She had all of the tea cups and was coming down the steps when she fell down them. She started to cry and her arm was crooked.

The dolly I was playing with earlier was now all I saw. What was that picture?

I don't what to do. I ran to in to the kitchen to talk to my Mommy.

"Mommy!"

"Yes, Mary?" she asked me.

" I saw Cynthia fall down the stairs and she was crying a lot and her arm looked weird." I told her.

"Mary stop this foolish talk. Cynthia is fine. I don't hear her crying. Do you?"

"No-" I was interrupted by a few thumping noises. After the thumping noises I heard Cynthia screaming and crying at the top of her lungs.

Me and Mommy went running to the stairs and saw Cynthia there on the floor with all the tea cups around her.

The worst part was her arm was looking funny.

My Mom ran to the phone and was talking and crying to the other person. She then got Cynthia and was comforting her.

My Daddy came running in and picked up Cynthia and rushed her outside.

Me and Mommy ran outside to join them in the car.

As we drove off, Mommy kept giving me this look like I would just jump. And it was scaring me.

…

The doctor told Mommy and Daddy that Cynthia would be okay. And that she had a broken bone in her arm. He said she should be fine in a few weeks. She had this really cool case around her arm. The doctor said it would help her arm heal.

When we got home, Mommy and Daddy told me that they wanted to talk to me about something. So I stayed downstairs while they put Cynthia to sleep.

When they finally came down the stairs, they sat in front of me. They both looked a little angry.

"What's going on?" I asked them.

"What exactly did you see this afternoon Mary?" asked Daddy.

"I saw Cynthia trip and fall down the stairs while carrying our toys."

"And that was before Cynthia actually fell, right? She had not fallen yet?" Mommy asked.

"Yeah." I answered. " I was still in the living room playing with my dolly."

"You do not say this to anyone understand? No one is to know what you saw. You will not talk of this again. Not to me, not to your mother, or anyone else. Understand?" Daddy said.

He said it like he was angry. I felt I was in trouble for having seen what I saw. I was scared. I didn't know what I did wrong. I stayed silent but nodded my head.

"Alright then. Go to bed." Daddy said.

Mommy didn't come with me to tuck me in and read me a story like she always did. I didn't get a kiss on the forehead from Daddy.

I walked up the stairs and went to my room. I was so scared and sad. I cried until I finally fell asleep.

….

Third POV

Downstairs in the living room, Mr. and Mrs. Brandon were talking of their daughters story. They just couldn't believe what had just happened. It all didn't make sense for what happened and what Mary saw.

"What are we going to do? It isn't normal for what she saw." Mrs. Brandon all but yelled at her husband. She couldn't fathom the idea that her daughter could possibly be crazy.

"I have no clue. It most likely was a coincidence that she told you, and it actually happened." He replied.

"But what if it wasn't? What if she really saw it? What if she is crazy? You know that my mother's great great grandmother thought she could see the future. She was almost always right. She was put into the mental asylum up in Helena because of it. She could have the same thing she had. Or worse she could be a witch. What if she's one of those people who plays around with witchcraft or worships the devil. I heard that it doesn't have to be voluntary to be a witch."

"Don't be ridiculous Lucille. Mary could not be a witch. It just isn't possible. It was probably that overactive imagination of hers. You know how carried away she can get when she sets her mind to it. And she can't be crazy either. The doctors would have known if she was."

"Perhaps your right. I'm just worrying over nothing."

"Yes you are. But we must not say this to anyone. Not even your mother. Imagine what our neighbors will think of us if they were to find out that our daughter could possibly be crazy. The church would condemn her as a witch. We would never be able to go back there again."

"Yes, your right. No one is to know of this. Come on now we need to get to bed. Its late and you have work to tomorrow."

While they walked up the stairs, they were silent. They both were thinking of what just occurred. Lucille did not believe that her daughter was not crazy. She believed that their was something horribly wrong with her daughter. Her husband believed the same thing. But he needed to comfort his wife any way he could.

While getting dressed he thought that this would just blow over. Never to be heard of again. But he was wrong. Things would never be the same for them again.

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