I laugh as Alec fails at catching a grape in his mouth. For the fourth time.

"I can do this. Just wait for it," Alec says, tossing another grape into the air, opening his mouth, and...

It falls onto the floor.

I slip off the couch as I laugh at him. You think he'd catch at least one by now.

"I will get this. I will," Alec chants, picking up another one. I stop my laughing and look up from my spot on the ground as he tosses it.

In my head, I'm silently cheering him on the catch this one, and no, it's not for his ego, but it's for my sides. They're aching from all the laughing he's making me do. I watch, almost in slow-motion as the grape starts its descent towards Alec's mouth. I sit up, leaning forward just in time to see it drop right into his mouth.

Alec jumps to his feet and starts dancing around in circles. "I did it! I caught the evil fruit!"

His reaction causes be to laugh again. "It only took you six tries, but, hey, who's counting?" I tease, standing up as well.

Alec rolls his eyes, slightly pushing me. "You're so annoying."

"I know."

The doorbell rings and I freeze in anticipation. This is it.

Seeing my hesitation, Alec goes and answers the door for me. Josh and his mother enter and head over towards me.

"Alright, Mia, are you ready for day one?" Mrs. Meyers asks me, sitting down on the couch.

I nod, sitting next to her and Josh sits next to me.

"I'm going to go, Mia, so I'll see you later," Alec calls out and I simply wave him off. I'm usually not that rude, but I've been looking forward to this day for the whole week.

Today is Saturday and I basically haven't gone to school all week. I went on Monday, but then I locked myself in my room Tuesday and Wednesday. Then out of pure fear of seeing someone else's death, I refused to go to school Thursday and Friday.

It's been a long week.

"I'm going to start with something that you're not going to like."

I have to keep my eyes from looking into hers. I haven't looked anyone in the eye for the past few days.

"Look at me, Mia."

I don't.

"This may not sound like a good idea to you, but it'll help me monitor how far along you are. I need to see how long it takes you to react to the eye contact. It'll help me know how to approach this."

Cautiously, I lift my eyes and stare into hers. It only takes a moment for the vision to begin.

Her death is nothing out of the ordinary. There's no car crash or any random reason that she's going to die. It's just from old age. I watch her say her goodbyes to her family, Josh included. It only takes about a minute longer until her eyes close.

I wake up and stare at Mrs. Meyers again. She smiles as I sit up from where I was, laying in Josh's lap.

"Okay, you're a lot farther along than I would've guessed. It was a very immediate reaction, so it'll take a bit longer to control it," Mrs. Meyers warns.

I lower my eyes again, studying my hands.

"The first step is simple. It's the same for all different levels of progression. You simply have you refuse the vision as it pulls at you."

"That doesn't sound very simple," I argue.

"Well, I guess it's really not. It's just the idea of it that's simple," Mrs. Meyers says, laughing. "But once you master it, most visions don't come. It's a really powerful step and a lot of Meise's just use this process to keep their visions at bay, but it doesn't work as well as using all the steps."

"Okay."

"So we're going to do some exercises to help you practice."

I suck in a breath. I don't like the sound of that.

"Come in!" Mrs. Meyers calls out and I'm not quite sure who she could be talking to.

I freeze when I see Dad walk into the room. Soon enough, I come to my senses and I stand up, backing away. "No, no, no, no, no. I'm not gonna... I can't..."

Josh soon comes to my side and holds me still by wrapping an arm around me. "This is the best way to help you perfect this skill. The more you don't want to see the vision, the easier it is to keep it away," he whispers to me, grabbing my hand with his free one. "Just try it."

I turn to give him a hug and I hold him as tight as I can. "Please don't make me," I whisper.

Josh places his forehead on my shoulder and hugs me back just as tightly. "We won't make you, Mia. But I honestly believe that this is the best way."

"But I... he's my father, Josh. I don't want to know how he's going to die."

"I know you don't, but just try it? For your own sake," Josh begs, rubbing circles into my mid-back with his thumb.

I nod, pulling away. "Okay. I'll try it."

"Thank you," Josh says, kissing my forehead.

I turn around to face Dad and Mrs. Meyers, keeping one of Josh's hands securely in one of mine. Slowly, I try to build up the wall against the vision.

Then I raise my head and make eye contact with my dad.

I can feel the vision trying to get into my head, but I try to hold my walls as strong as I can. I dig my fingers into Josh's palm, hoping that the pressure will keep it at bay. Sadly, the walls soon crumble and the vision gets in.

Shockingly, the first thing I see is myself. I'm sitting in a waiting room at a hospital. I'm older by at least ten years. I'm soon called back by a nurse and into a hospital room.

Dad lies on the bed, looking frail and weak. The older me rushes to his side, tears falling from my eyes.

We talk back and forth, but I don't really understand what either of us are saying. Until one word is said and my blood freezes. Cancer.

The scene changes and I'm not sure if it's minutes later, or weeks later. But I'm still by his side. I'm clenching his hand as his heart beat stops.

Josh comes into view above me and he smiles. "You did pretty good for your first try."

I try to smile back but the images from the vision float around in my head. The word cancer feels like a hot iron pressing against my brain. "I don't think I can do that again," I admit, reaching my hand out for his. He takes it, and rests our hands on his chest.

"You don't have to do it again," Josh promises, helping me sit up.

I see Dad standing behind the couch and I drop my gaze to the ground. Tears fill in my eyes and I press my face against Josh's chest, taking deep breaths.

"Maybe I should just wear a blindfold for the rest of my life. That way I don't have to see any more visions," I say, lifting my face away from Josh, but still not looking at anyone.

Josh chuckles. "I have a feeling it'd be a lot easier to just master this now."

"You're probably right."

Josh places an arm around my waist, helping me stand up. We stand in each other's embrace for a few more moments before Josh speaks, "I'm sorry, but I have to go."

I shake my head, pressing it against his shoulder again. "Please, don't."

There's silence in the room for a moment before Mrs. Meyers talks, "You can stay here, Joshua. It's clear that she needs you. I sure needed your father when I was going through all this."

"Okay," Josh agrees, not needing any persuasion.

"Mia, are you, okay?" I hear Dad ask from across the room.

"I don't know," I answer truthfully. "I just saw you die, how would you feel?"

Josh silently rubs my back.

I hear Dad sigh and soon another hand is placed on my back. "I'll be in my room if you need me," he says quietly before walking away and up the stairs.

"Let's just watch a movie. Rest a little," Josh suggests.

I nod, feeling numb. We sit down on the couch and flip through channels before finding a movie, even though it's half way over.

I play around with Josh's fingers instead of watching the movie. As if I'd be able to focus.

The entire day takes its toll on me, especially considering how I tried to fight off a vision, and it was one of the worst ones I've experienced.

It doesn't take me too much longer to fall asleep, Josh's arm around me.

Aww, they're so cute! :) Relationship goals right there.

So, how'd you like it? (I really do want comments.)

It's spring break right now and I've done nothing but reading and writing all day... so yes, I wrote all of this chapter today. But I like it, and the story just keeps getting better!

Thanks for reading!