Visualizing Death [COMPLETE]

Visualizing Death : 2

I open my eyes slowly, staring up at the orange sky. I hear the birds chirping, flying overhead. I lie in silence for a few moments as I try to remember how I ended up in town's park.

I was at the school, helping Elizabeth decorate Haley's classroom for her birthday. Which is today. Panic rushes through me as I pull my phone out and check the time. 8:32. Crap. School started an hour ago. I stand to my feet and start walking towards home, my back killing me from sleeping on the bench.

As I walk, I return to thinking about how I ended up here. After Elizabeth and I left the room, we got caught by... well, we never learned who it was exactly. But anyways, I saw him and when we looked at each other dead in the eye... As the memories come back into my thoughts, I almost faint again. I saw him dying. Sure it was in twenty or thirty years, but still. No one wants to see someone else dying. Then I remember running away. With Elizabeth calling after me.

Five minutes later, I walk through the front door of my house, trudging up the stairs to my room. Before I can reach it however, I'm interrupted.

"Mia?! Is that you?"

"Yes, Dad! It's me!" I answer, retreating to my room, closing the door behind me.

As soon as I take my shoes off, my door opens again and I sigh in frustration, turning to see who it is. My father wraps his arms around me, almost knocking me over. "I was so worried about you, sweetie. You just disappeared. I called Elizabeth and she said that you ran off suddenly and she was looking for you. Where were you and why did you leave?"

I push Dad away softly. I mean, of course I love him, but he can be a tad bit protective. He also has this tendency to act like my mom did, with all the hugs and befriending my friends as if he was my age. In my defense, you did hear his little rant just then, didn't you? In my opinion, he sounded more like a mother than a father, but again, that's just me.

"I'm sorry I made you worry, Dad, and if I knew exactly why I ran, I would tell you, but from what I remember, makes zero sense," I say, trying to convince him in letting it drop. I am not in the mood to try and describe my 'vision' of sorts to Dad. It's not like he would honestly take it seriously, he'd probably just laugh it off then let me continue on with my life.

"Just tell me all you remember. I'm not going to believe that you just ran off for no reason at all." Dad stands behind me and pushes me out of my room and past the bathroom, reminding me that I desperately need to shower after staying out all night. In the park.

We walk into the living room and Dad directs me to the couch, where I reluctantly sit down. He sits across from me in the recliner chair, staring at me, waiting for me to take the first move. I sigh dramatically, running a hand through my hair as I start to explain.

"...So I ran off and woke up this morning at the park," I finish, taking a deep breath. I'm sure most of what I just said made no sense whatsoever, but hey, don't blame me.

Dad leans back in the chair, taking everything in. He stays silent for a minute before saying, "I thought we agreed that we wouldn't lie to each other."

See? What did I tell you?

"I know we did, and I didn't lie. I promise you, Dad. I'm telling the truth. I really did have this kind of vision."

Dad rolls his eyes - a move I know came from Mom. "Mia, be realistic. That stuff doesn't happen. People don't see other people die in the future." He stands abruptly, telling me that this conversation is finished. "Get changed and I'll drive you to school."

"But I'm already late. Can't I just stay home for today?" I bite my lip looking up at him with the biggest eyes I can muster.

"No. Now go get ready."