Chương 7: Visions
I hung up the phone. "His secretary says he is home right now and gave me his cell phone number." I looked up at her.
"Well call it then." Aj responded.
She was finishing the dishes from breakfast, and I handed her my coffee cup. She took it from me and placed it in the top shelf of the dishwasher, closed it and pressed start. I heard the water streaming, the machine whooshed and then the sound of clinking.
"All done." She said and clapped her hands together. "Are you going to call? What are you waiting for?"
I stared at the phone. What was I waiting for? I was nervous, there was no doubt about that. I was absolutely scared. What exactly was I scared of? What if my instincts were wrong? Aj seemed to think this was a great idea I trusted her and did not want to let her down.
The ending of last night was better than how it had begun. We fell asleep in each other arms and Aj held me protectively. All I could think about was my vision. If that is what it was, which I was inclined to believe it now. How many nights like that will we have left? I must stop it. I must protect the love of my life from a sudden death. We have our entire lives left and I will not let anyone take it away from us.
I did not trust my visions because they have never really been trustworthy. Sometimes I could not even understand them. It was like trying to solve a riddle under a time limit before I forgot everything. The sight was something not common in my family. No one living had it, except me, and I was never able to control them.
Once as a teenager I had a vision of a classmate of mine, whom I barely spoke too, dying in an airplane crash. I knew she was going on a trip for spring break, and I needed to warn her.
Of course, she did not believe me. She ignored me and brushed me off every attempt I made. Eventually her and her girlfriends cornered me in the bathroom and beat me up. She went on her trip anyway, and she came back unharmed. She died two months later in a car accident. No one connected my warnings with the car accident.
I remember telling my mom. She was so supportive. She explained to me that sometimes we cannot trust our gifts. We must mold and shape them to fit into our forms.
The example she produced was her own experiences. Her main power was to freeze time. She as an adult was able to use it flawlessly, but she only used it in extreme circumstances. She saved me once when I was a toddler. I chased my ball out into traffic and she had to freeze everything and quickly take me from in front of a car. She was an expert at this power.
When she was a child, however, she tried it and instead of freezing time the object would be completely frozen in a block of ice. She told me she had to work at it. Until she could master the power, and she did.
My heart felt heavy in the memory of her. She was so strong and so beautiful, I missed her. I wished she could have met Aj as an adult. She knew her when we were children. She would have loved that we grew up to be together. They were close when Aj was little. She treated her as part of the family.
"Violet," she snapped her fingers in front of my eyes. "Are you there? Let's call him and get this over with. We need to find out more information."
She was right. I sat up straight and dialed the number.
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