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Chapter 7: Sisters

The doctor had been in the middle of a surgery, and therefore hadn't come back until an hour later. Mary Alice had been restless, mumbling in her sleep, which was not normal for her. I had picked up on specific words, such as "Mother" primarily. I noticed that whenever she began speaking, her fever became worse, and I refreshed her compress to help bring it back down.

Edward returned with the doctor as soon as he was able. However, it wasn't Dr. Bauer, it was a newcomer. Someone I had never seen before, as I was sure I would have remembered such a face. He was inhumanly beautiful, his skin was unnaturally pale, and he had blonde hair that looked like the sun. His eyes were a golden ocher like melted honey.

"What happened," he asked, and I was found speechless, his voice was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. It was reminiscent of wind chimes in the summertime.

"She fainted," Edward explained, some of his panic breaking through. Edward looked to me, "Bella, this is Dr. Cullen, he is new to town. But, he's renowned for his abilities," he explained, probably picking up on the fact that I was too panic stricken to ask him his name myself.

I found myself nodding, "Yes, just help her please," I couldn't even focus on the beautiful man in front of me, all I could think of was my best friend, "She screamed bloody murder before fainting. She seemed to be in colossal pain, I could do nothing to help," I heard my own voice like it was through a tunnel, I felt numb to everything around me. Edward came to my side then, wrapping his arms around me, which calmed me down some.

Dr. Cullen wasted no time then, he went to work immediately. "Ms. Swan, you handled the situation just fine, thank you for keeping her fever down until I could come," he complimented me and smiled a gentle smile that relaxed my nerves. I nodded, while breathing out a shaky sigh, I decided to leave the room then. I wished to come back only when she was better, and not a second before.

I sat down at the kitchen table, as I entered the door swung shut behind me. A moment later, I heard the door open again, and the chair beside me squealed across the floor as Edward pulled it out and sat beside me.

"Are you all right, Bella," his voice soft and gentle, and I found I was wrong before. Dr. Cullen's voice couldn't hold a candle to the beauty of Edward's voice in that moment. I smiled softly, despite myself.

"Yes," I looked to him then, his soft green eyes more lovely than Dr. Cullen's golden ones. "I just wish I hadn't witnessed what I did. I wish Mary Alice hadn't undergone such affliction."

Edward nodded empathetically, "That is more than understandable, no one wishes to see their loved ones in pain," he tentatively grabbed my hand, softly caressing the back of it with his other hand.

"Thank you for being here," I replied, unsure of what else to say. He nodded, his eyes seeming to say Of course, silly, why wouldn't I be here?

Then, it happened, another scream ripped through the air, freezing my joints in place. "Oh no," I heard myself mutter under my breath. I felt Edward's hand stiffen on top of mine and his whole body visibly tensed. We stood together and went to the front room. Mary Alice laid on the couch, her eyes sealed shut, and her face covered in a layer of sweat. Her screams didn't cease, except for once in a great while, she began to mumble again.

"Watch out," she whispered, "Behind you, please mother, look behind you. No! Please! No!" She screamed then, except it wasn't from pain anymore, but from terror. Dr. Cullen could do nothing but hold her down as she tossed endlessly.

Then it all stopped. She stopped moving, and her screams finally ceased. Slowly, her eyes opened and landed on me.

"Mary Alice," I said, "Are you okay," I went to her side, taking her pale hand.

"Yes, what happened," she asked, looking confused as to why she was surrounded by worried faces.

"You fainted," I found myself explaining, "Do you remember anything?"

Her eyes looked normal again, they weren't wild like before, and so I noticed recognition in her eyes briefly before she closed them and shook her head slightly. I knew she was lying.

"I think the worst is over," Dr. Cullen announced, breaking everyone out of their reveries. He picked up his things then, "Ms. Brandon, rest as much as you can. I must take my leave now. It was nice to meet you Mr. Masen, Ms. Swan," were his parting words as he left from where he had come.

Edward had stayed for a while with us, being our rock again. However, soon the sky turned black, and he had to leave for home. Once he left, I looked to Mary Alice again, unsure how to begin.

"Mary Alice, I know you were lying," I decided to start that way. Her eyes opened again and rested on me, her mouth turned up at the corners, giving me a lazy smile.

"I suppose I should've known you'd pick that up," was all she said, and so I continued.

"Mary Alice, what happened, please tell me."

She sighed heavily, "Okay… I will tell you, but it is not going to make any sense," her eyes looked afraid suddenly, "You're not going to want to believe me, Isabella, but promise me you will. I'm not crazy, please believe me," her voice increased in volume near the end of her sentence, and I shushed her, putting the compress back on her forehead.

"Of course I will believe you, Mary Alice, you're like my sister, I trust you above anyone else," I knew Mary Alice would never lie, and more so, she was not crazy.

She nodded weakly, seeming appeased, "Okay, well there is something that I've never told you, Bella,"

"What is it," I asked, doing my best to keep my voice calm and soothing.

"This has happened before, never to such an extent, but it has happened," she admitted. I wasn't sure I had heard her correctly.

"What do you mean," I was sure I would've remembered this happening before. Mary Alice had never done this before, not to my knowledge.

"What you witnessed wasn't the first time it happened. The only problem is, it's never caused me pain before,"

"Well then it wasn't the same thing. I'm confused, what's happened before?" I asked her, unsure what she was trying to tell me.

"I know it was the same thing, because I had a vision, and I've been having them all my life," she finally admitted, looking down unable to meet my gaze. She expected me to call her crazy, and not believe her. Trust me, it was certainly hard to believe, but I knew she was telling the truth.

"What do you mean," I couldn't help but to ask. "Please explain."

"They usually only happened at night, in my dreams. This was the first time that I was awake and it was during the day. I don't know why they've changed suddenly. Ever since I could remember, I've been getting these strange dreams, and soon after my dreams became true," she explained. I couldn't believe my ears. My best friend, my sister, the person who knew me better than anyone else, was telling me that there was a whole other part of her life that I was completely oblivious to. "I had a dream about meeting you, Isabella. I knew we were going to be the best of friends," she smiled sadly, seeming upset about something.

"What's wrong," I asked her. She looked up at me and tears sprang to her eyes.

"Oh, Bella, I'm still waiting for you to call me crazy, I'm so worried I'll lose you too," I shushed her and hugged her.

"Mary Alice, you could never lose me. I believe you," I said to her hair as she cried softly into my shoulder.

"Thank you, Bella. Thank you for believing me. My father doesn't even look at me anymore, he is afraid of me," she admitted, her voice breaking. Everything suddenly made sense. I always knew she didn't have a good relationship with her father, but I never knew why. He had shunned her, as the whole town as shunned me. She knew how I felt, and I felt like a whole other layer was added to our friendship then. We understood each other on another level that no one else could ever understand.

"I'm so sorry, Mary Alice. But, I promise you, I will not shun you. Sisters forever," I promised urgently. She laid back down then and beamed at me.

"Sisters Forever," She agreed.

"I saw my mother," Mary Alice had whispered in the night. I had laid down on the floor, a blanket underneath me, and another covering me.

After Mary Alice had told me about her visions, I was unwilling to leave her alone, or let her go back home. So I had walked to Mr. and Mrs. Brandon's house and told them that she was staying with me for the night. Mr. Brandon didn't seem to care either way, while Mrs. Brandon only asked why as her husband closed the door before I could answer. I felt my cheeks burning and my hands itching to hit something. How I had never noticed his attitude towards Mary Alice before plagued my mind all the way back home.

"What," I whispered back. The candles had burned out completely, and the sun had left the sky hours before. The only source of light was the moonlight that shone softly through the open window. It illuminated the room, and I could barely make out Mary Alice's form on the couch. If she hadn't spoken, I wouldn't have been able to tell she was awake.

"I saw my mother in the vision," she whispered again.

"I know," I admitted, reliving the horror of her tortured cries, calling for her mother. Mary Alice didn't question me, instead she only continued.

"She was killed," Her voice sounded lifeless in the night. Like she was afraid to believe her own words. She had said that all of her visions came true, that she had never had a vision that hadn't come true. I wasn't sure what to say, so I remained silent. "She was murdered."

"What," I gasped. "I'm so sorry, Mary Alice," unsure what else to say, I decided to ask, "Are you sure,"

"Yes," she replied simply. "I could see a figure behind her. I couldn't make out who, but it was probably a man. I saw her knocked out and," her voice broke, "and thrown over the bridge." Again, I was speechless. She seemed fine by this, she knew just as well as I that there were no appropriate words in an instance such as this. "I have to try to prevent it, but I don't know how, there's no way to tell where she'll be when it happens." Her voice sounded faraway, and near the end her voice had returned to a whisper.

"Didn't you see where she was in the vision," I asked. Silence. She did not reply, "Mary Alice?" She wasn't responding and I knew she had fallen asleep.