Chapter 1: Dreams of Tears and Death


Alanis cried salty tears as she placed the pink silk roses jeweled with baby's breath among the hundreds of others. The grass was covered in many flowers. So many flowers that the air was full of a sweet sticky smell. Alanis breathed it in deeply until she couldn't breathe. Lots of the flowers were real and were silken roses, red roses. Some of the flowers were fake. There were pieces of jewelry left out for the departed. Letters littered the ground. All were sealed in envelopes many with colorful decorations of hearts. Many people and children were also crying. They hugged and cried on each other's shoulders. Their faces were tear stained and red. Everywhere there were moans of sadness and pity. There were people telling children and teenagers that it was going to be okay. Alanis wiped away her tears so she could see. Alanis could read the gravestones: Jordan Taylor; Clarke Isaac Hanson: brothers until the end of time. They'll be with you in your dreams.
"Miss Morris. Please come back to us Alanis." Mr. Kilbaukee said waving his palm in front of Alanis's slightly closed eyes. Alanis raised her eyes to her science teacher. She was in deep trouble.
"I'm sorry Mr. Kilbaukee, I guess I was seeing the wrong things." She said sitting up. "I know about your gift, Alanis, we all have gifts here. But keep your mind on your schoolwork." He waved his arm as a gesture to the rest of the class "we have all kept our minds on our studies." He said. Alanis raised her bright blue eyes to her teacher's face. "Well Mr. Kilbaukee, remember it is in the rules that if we have a psychic happening we must follow it not run away from it. No matter where we are." She said.
"Well so this is what happens when I obey the rules." Alanis mumbled as she lay on her bed. She was grounded for a week for back talking a teacher. She absolutely hated her private psychic school. It gave her reasoning and more psychic skills and a higher level of power but it was crummy. Alanis looked about her room. The walls were covered in posters and pictures. The posters had no real meaning to her anymore. 'I should take them down' she thought. She sat up to do just that when she saw an image dancing on the ceiling. It was a group. Three people were standing there. Then one person disappeared. The other two people became quite sad and began to cry. They moaned and then began to howl and shriek. They twisted and became deformed. Then they both became bloody and had gashes everywhere. The gashes spurted thick blood and soon they were just moaning red blotches. There were screams and then everything was quiet. Alanis was so into the vision she didn't realize she was screaming and there were tight grips on her arms and she was thrashing wildly. Then she stopped and began gasping for air. Then her breathing became calm. She looked up and saw Clover and Jasmine holding her arms. "You guys can let go of me now," she said and she felt her friends release her from their grip. Alanis looked down at her arms. The marks were already starting to bruise. "Why were you screaming?" Jasmine asked concern dwelling deep in her green eyes and in her voice. Clover's purple and orange eyes (made possible with contacts) were filled with fear for safety  "A vision" was all Alanis had to answer. Before the two friends were satisfied they needed to know what it was about and began to ask what it was about. Alanis couldn't give a good description and after the game of twenty questions was over Jasmine and Clover left.
The vision came back again that night. This time Alanis didn't scream. She sat there watching the images dance in her mind. The image was more real this time. She could see that they were all brothers and why the two were bloody. There was a fatal car crash. The other brother just disappeared. Alanis couldn't see what had happened to him. He just vanished. But she saw the reason for the crash. The driver was a little high strung and the passenger just watched how he dodged headlights and other cars with wide eyes. The little boy was frightened but then the older driver said he could handle it and the little boy relaxed a little. Then the boy started shouting for the driver to look out. The driver nervously laughed. Then there was a bright light and the driver died a terrible death. The passenger lived but was paralyzed from the waist down. Bloody and in pieces the driver rested in a grave beside the empty grave of his missing brother. Alanis read the gravestone of the missing brother again: Jordan Taylor. That name was what made the vision seem so deep so hollow and sad. Alanis fell to her knees as the tears began to flow. The names of the brothers made Alanis sad to her extreme. She didn't even know these people!
'Or do you?' a voice in her head asked in a serious tone.

Her subconscious knew something she didn't. And she needed to know what before it was too late.