So, the 1st person is Vivian watching her past and the 3rd person is the past replaying in her head.

SIX YEARS AGO

I see everything happening, as though I'm a stalking watching behind a bush. I'm by my old house, back in Wisconsin. It's the typical suburban house that this street is full of. There is a car parked in the driveway, my mom's car. There is a bus stopped in front of it. The door opens and I come out, laughing from something a friend had said. No, I can't watch this.

She walks inside, humming a song to herself. It was her favorite TV show theme song, from the show Psych.

"I know, you know that I'm not telling the truth…" She sets her backpack on a chair in the living room.

"Mom, I'm home!" She yells. There is silence, not a single sound is made. She walks into the kitchen, finding a cabinet with Nutella stuffed in it. As she forces a spoon in and takes a bite, she realizes that there was no response.

"Mom?" She calls out, climbing up the stairs and reaching the bedroom that had once held a mother and father. The father had left a long time ago, however. This didn't affect her, though. She liked living with her mom and little sister.

No! Don't go in there! You can't!

She peaks in, not seeing anyone in the bed. There was an area on the other side of it, however, and from where she stood she saw the feet lying on the ground. She stops breathing, walking slowly over to that area. She stares, dropping the jar as she realizes who was on the ground. She was too shocked to cry.

"Mom?" Blood, there was so much blood, and her eyes were wide open. Blood was oozing from her mouth as well. The mother doesn't answer, as she is clearly dead.

I look over my mother's dead body, and then stare at my past's reaction. A tear falls down my cheek and I sniffle. My past self doesn't even move. She's dead and it was my entire fault.

She runs toward the house phone beside the bed on the other side. She dials 911. As she tells the women of her findings, she is pacing the room and running a hand threw her long hair. Her voice was wavering; she was finally freaking out.

"Yes, my mom is… she's dead"

The word 'DEAD' rings in my head, echoing as this memory dissolves into another.

This time it's past me kneeling down to my seven year old sister. We are in front of a farm.

Vivian kneels, holding her sisters shoulders. "I have to go, it's not safe for you to be with me"

The sister is crying softly. "Will I see you again?"

Vivian wipes back her sister's hair, putting it behind her ear. "Maybe someday. I love you"

"I love you too"

FOUR YEARS LATER

Now there was a large, underground building. It was where S.H.I.E.L.D worked. The man wasn't Nick Fury, however, it was some other man. My past self was handcuffed with two men holding me. The man had a gun pointed at my sister's head. She was a human, and I was a mutant.

"Why? Why do you want me so badly?" Vivian yells, strongly. She had been living in hotels around the country for two years. She had visited her sister a few times at her grandparents before, but she hadn't thought they had tracked her. Turns out, they did.

"Your power, of course! Do you know how much you could do for us, just because you're a mutant? You could destroy our countries enemies!"

"I will NOT let you use me for your stupid things!"

"Then we kill your sister. Your choice" She didn't want to live a slave the rest of her life, but her sister was more important.

"NO! Fine, do whatever you want with me, just don't kill her!" She yells.

"Good, it's nice you'll cooperate. Too bad it's too late for her" He puts the gun to the sister's chest and shoots, just so she suffers.

"NOOOOO!" Vivian was screaming and crying, suddenly punching the men that held her. Some shot, which just helped her defeat them. She reaches the man that killed her sister, and beats him up. Finally she makes him burn, as vengeance.

No! I don't want to see this! Please stop! I can't do this anymore! Please…

She falls to her sister's side, scooping her up in her hands. She was alive – barely. She notices Vivian, however, and smiled.

"Am I going to see (couch) mommy now?" Vivian nods, tears falling.

"Yes, you're going to have so much fun with her"

"Are you going to come too?" Vivian tries to hold it together.

"No, not yet… I love you so much… I'm so sorry"

"I…love…you…" Her sister breathes in one last time, and then her body goes limp. Vivian holds her up, cradling her in her arms.

"I'm so sorry"

I failed. Failed everything. Why did this happen? I don't feel anything anymore. Nothing. I wish I were dead with them. All I can do is cry… and cry…

This is not one of my favorite chapters, but you have to know what happened to her. I'll put the next chapter up in a few hours.

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