Chapter 2

3. September 2009

It is a sunny day, and the place is busy, there is a buzz of movement and loud chatter. Too many colours. I find it hard to concentrate.

I keep Watching, bumping into people as I go along, my eyesight is turned inwards though and there isn't much I can do about that.

I can See the girl, she is Hispanic and not much older than I, a mass of curly brown hair flying after he as she runs down one of the aisles of the market. I know that she could call for back up at any minute, which would not mean anything good for me, but she is young and I know without knowing she is trying to prove herself. I know the feeling well. The girl passes by one of the tents where they are selling curtains and bed sheets. I try to remember if I've passed by it before but it is hard. Everywhere I look looks the same, bright colours, too many people. Noise. So much noise.

Usually I like it. The hustle of the big city, it always makes me feel safer, knowing I can get lost in the middle of so many people. Today though it is only serving to panic me further.

I stop Watching for a second to look up at the person I've just bumped rather hard into. The apology dies on my lips as my eyes meet familiar blue ones. I stare wide eyed at him wondering how in the world I didn't See this.

"Cassie?" I can hear the utter disbelief in his voice, but I find that I can't actually look him in the eye, even though he is holding me by my shoulders and leaning down slightly so he is at the same level as me.

Still trying to avoid his gaze I look over his shoulder only to meet the dark green eyes of my pursuer. I feel my body stiffening in fear for a second, but it doesn't last long. In the next second the girl is moving towards me, pushing people out of her way.

My eyes finally meet his and I wish I could apologize, though I'm not sure what I feel sorry for, but all I can do is give him a regretful look before yanking my shoulders away from his grip.

He looks startled, but I'm already turning away, Watching for where I should go, left? Right? I move frantically knowing she is following me and is only a minute away from calling for reinforcements.

I ignore the voice calling out my name, and start running faster. I don't know whether he is following or not but I don't stop running and I don't look back. After all, he is not the only one after me.

4. September 2009

That night I dream I'm five again. My mother is there and I'm happy. It makes me strangely choked up to realize that this is all happiness is for me now: a dream of a long forgotten memory.

I wish I was a better Watcher, that I could've seen then, what was coming, so I'd at least have time to prepare myself for the years of running, of never having anyone to depend on, of always being alone. God, alone. I felt so alone this days, sometimes I could practically feel myself going crazy, slowly and absolutely mad.

"Cassie, honey are you alright?" Hearing the soft voice of my mother brings me out of my reverie. Somehow there was never anything as comforting and reassuring as the voice of my mother.

I want to answer, to say that 'No, I'm not alright' and that I need her. I want to scream and storm at how unfair things are for the first time in my life, but the small, skinny five year old beats me to it, reminding me that much like when I am awake, I'm only a Watcher, just a spectator who most of the time cant really do anything to change things.

The little girl nods, though she is crying. Her mum is down at her level and she is squeezing the girl's shoulder reassuringly.

"What did you See Cassie? Huh? Tell me" She asks bringing the girl into a hug.

Slightly jealous, I watch on.

"I saw…a boy" the girl starts, only to stop again, not sure what to say, but the short words are enough to remind me of what day this is. I wish for once I could wake up, not wishing to relieve the memory.

"Yes? And what happened?" Sarah coaxes. I knew that my mother was a Watcher, growing up with the fact had taught me that more often than not, my mother and I shared the same visions, though mine were usually less detailed and more incomplete. Now though, nearly eleven years later I'm not completely sure my mum knew what happened, not sure she'd Seen what I Saw.

"He…lost his daddy"

"How honey?"

"The bad guys killed him" It shocks me, though I know it shouldn't, to hear those words coming out of the little girl's mouth. 'Killed him' she said. Just like that.

"Did you See anything else?" I focus once more on the conversation, though I know what happens next. I'd lived through it.

"He was running and he was crying and he looked scared" sniffling the girl re-told the story.

"Really?" Something in her tone of voice makes me wonder once again, how much of our visions were the same.

Receiving a nod as a answer I watch as my mother spaces out for a few seconds before focusing again on the child.

"Did you see him talking to his daddy? She asks again, and suddenly it downs on me, the realization that though we've seen the same scene, the same outcome, our visions were different.

It happens every now and again, I See the future, not only my future, but the future in general, more often than not I'll See things as an outside party, like in this dream, but sometimes I'll See things through someone else's eyes. It took me a while to learn how to push myself out so I can See things from my own perspective, though it takes quite a lot of effort, I'm pretty good at it now.

The girl shakes her head again.

"No, his daddy just told him to run and hide"

"Do you know what his name is?"

"Yeah"

"What is it?"

"Nick".

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