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Visualizing Death : 9

A soft knock on my door interupts my sleeping. I groan, then I sigh when I remember what's been going on. And what I decided last night.

Being locked up in my room for two days isn't going to get me anywhere. Especially if I want - no, need - to control this power that I have. I can't live my life if I have this gift that looms over me, always on my mind, conrolling my every move.

Determind, I stand up from my bed, walking over to the door and placing my hand on the door handle. I hear someone knock again, then a dejected sigh and footsteps walking away.

Worried about losing whoever it is, I quickly pull the door open.

Josh spins around and looks at me, grinning. I keep my eyes down, not quite ready to make eye contact after the past few days of staying locked up. He takes the few steps back to me, but doesn't touch me. "Hey. How are you doing?" His voice is soft, as if he's worried that he'll somehow offend me by saying the wrong thing.

I take a deep breath before stepping aside and gesturing for Josh to come in.

He does so and I close the door again, but I don't lock it. I walk over to my bed and sit down, waiting for Josh to do the same. As soon as he does, I close my eyes and take another deep breath, opening my eyes.

"I'm sorry, Josh."

"What for?"

"I acted childishly by locking myself away in here. I should've faced things head on, but... I mean, I saw my best friend die. I just... it's just hard. I guess I should've known that I'd see one of their deaths, but not so soon. I've known him for years. I don't know how to deal with this," I finish, not sure if what I said made any sense.

Josh sighs, placing his hand on mine. "I wish I could tell you how to work past this, I really do. But I'm as new to this as you are. I've talked with my parents and they're both telling me to just work it out with you. So that's what we're going to do. I'm going to be here for you as long as you need me, and I hope that you'll try to work with me so we can figure this out. But I need your cooperation, Mia. Can I have that?"

I nod, wiping the tears off my cheeks and leaning against Josh's shoulder. "Is Alec still here?"

"No. I thought it was best if he went home. For you and him. But your dad is here."

"Really? Has he left since..."

"Nope. He's stayed and kept me company. But he is worried about you, too."

"I probably just gave him more reason to be mad at me. He's missed two days of work just to stay home and see if I'll come out of my room."

Josh shakes his head. "He loves you. I think it's just all the different stress going on his both his life and in yours. He might think he's doing the right thing by backing out a little bit and letting you have your space."

I don't respond for a while, letting his words sink in. "You could be right..." I mumble, biting my lip.

"Of course I am," Josh says, puffing his chest out.

I laugh, pulling myself away from Josh and lean forward, clutching my stomach. "You're so weird. You're lucky we're stuck together or else you'd be all alone."

"Psh, you could never leave me."

I turn towards him, raising my eyebrow. "You sure got cocky in the past few days haven't you?"

My eyes connect with his and my head starts spinning again. I gasp, falling to the ground as the scene changes.

It's Josh and me. We're a little bit older, but it's still noticeably us. I'm laughing at something and we're walking hand-in-hand through a parking lot, probably towards a car.

The picture flashes to us in the car, driving down some road to wherever we are heading. In the blink of an eye, the car flips and neither of us are moving.

An ambulance shows up and whisks the both of us to the hospital.

Everything from that point on is the same as the first vision I saw. He gets rushed off to a room, and I never make an appearance.

But this time, when the heart monitor drops to a steady beat, my heart stops, too.

I soon open my eyes to meet Josh's and I take in a deep breath, throwing my arms around his neck as I start to cry. The more I reflect on the vision I had, the more tears come. This vision was unlike any other I've ever had. It was worse than Alec's, even. Maybe because I was there, in the vision, even moreso than in Alec's. My heart beats rapidly and I cling to Josh.

"It's okay, Mia. I'm right here. Nothing's wrong. I'm here."

His words calm me, and my tears start slowing down. From the amount of tears I've shed in the past day or two, I'm surprised I even have tears left. I'm going to have the worst headache.

Even when my eyes have dried, I don't move my arms from Josh. "I-It was awful. Y-you and I-I were both in it. T-Then you..." I choke on my words, buring my head depper into his neck. "Then you died."

Josh's arms tighten around me, and he goes back to whispering to me, calming me down.

"I think you need to talk to my mom some more. It would do you a lot of good," Josh suggests after I've calmed down yet again.

I can only nod, retracting my arms from around his neck, but staying in his arms.

Josh pulls one arm back, reaching into his pocket and getting out his cell phone. He presses one button before putting the phone up to his ear. "Hey, Mom. I think it's time to meet up with Mia as soon as possible. Well, for one, she just saw mine again and she's been recovering from it for the past ten minutes. If that's not a good reason then I don't know what is. Will do. Okay, see you soon. Yeah, love you, too," he says, his voice growing quieter at the end.

I chuckle as he hangs up the phone. "Don't be so embarassed you love your mother, Josh."

"I'm not embarassed."

"Uh-huh. Sure."

"Anyways, my mom said one thing that really helped calm her down after something like this was chocolate. Or ice cream. Or chocolate ice cream. And sleeping. She said sleep will help calm you down a bit."

I nod slowly, "Yeah. Ice cream sounds good right about now." I lift my head and wipe under my eyes before standing up.

Josh stands up as well and we walk out of my room and down the stairs. As soon as we walk into the kitchen, I see Dad sitting at the counter, his head in his heads. His hair is a mess and his clothes are all wrinkled. My heart aches at the sight of him. If only I had been smarter faster and come downstairs sooner, maybe he'd have gotten more sleep.

I glance over to Josh and notice the same things with him. His hair is a mess and his clothes don't look great either. He also has dark circles under his eyes and he looks like he hasn't slept in a few days. Which is probably true.

"Hey, Dad," I whisper, making my dad's head snap up. He grins at me, standing up and rushing over to me, pulling me in for a hug.

Neither of us say anything, but it's not really needed anyway. After a few moments, he pulls away, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, Dad. It's complicated, but I'm going to be okay."

"Good. Because if I need to beat anyone up," his eyes flicker to Josh, "just let me know."

I laugh, "I will. But I don't think you need to."

Dad smiles, "Good, because I like this kid."

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