The Warning Before The Disaster

My eyelashes blinked once, twice, and then as I gazed above me in wonder.I realized that I was not in the same location

I had been beforehand.I also realized that I could not recall any memories before these first few moments, and that every

sense in my body told me to be aware, and alert. As my brain soaked in all of this new information, I noticed through my

senses that I was laying on a small loveseat covered with a silk blanket that was as thin as a 1/4 inch sheet of ice.

What I didn't realize however was the fact that I was sorrounded with small wax candles that all glared brilliantly at me

as if trying to get my attention. Those candles formed a perfect diamond shape that enticed me to look in the center. What

I saw was more suprising rather than terrifying. In the center of the diamond lay 3 human bodies that all possessed the same

human characteristics as me such as the bone structure, markings,and eye color. Though, the one thing that was clearly different was

the hair color between us. The three humans that resembled me in the middle of the diamond had black hair, red hair, and blonde

hair. Oddly enough I possessed brown hair which would complete the differences. The last noticable detail was the fact that

in scratched out writing on the edge of the perfect diamond wrote random symbols that illustrated nothing known to me. Those

symbols were almost stamped into my memory and as clear as daylight I can recall them in English as "too powerful".

My hands clutched the mattress of my small twin bed, as I gasped in suprise. This dream re-played over, and over in my head every

day, and I thought that the dream would mean nothing, and that it was just displaying the same information over, and over again.

In time, I found this to be incorrect, and learned that every time I had the dream, I would notice a new detail. A new piece of

information that could possibly help me figure out what my sub-concious was trying to tell me. In the very essense of it, I was no

closer to figuring out the main idea of the dream than before the new information had appeared.An every so often, I would

percieve a new theory, but throw it away as I thought it was too impossible. So this new information with the words in the English language of
"too powerful" was nothing newer than a new T-Shirt that you could buy at your local Wal-Mart. You expected it, it came, and it

left without a blink of an eye, and no real traces of existent. So as my alarm clock began beeping loudly at 6:15 in the morning as it always
does during the school week, I shrugged the dream

off and placed in into my "think about later" file that would eventually be used, but for now was just a small fragment of the

things I should be worrying about. I stepped into the shower letting it's hot streams of water warm my half-asleep body. Though everything

around me seemed indifferent, and non-important. Trying to clear my thoughts it took all of my mental strength to put on some warm clothes,

grab my school bag, flow out the door with my i-pod in hand to trace the steps I had taken for many years now down the winding

dirt road where many people, animals, and other creatures bestowed their unique personalities upon. As I would walk under

the threshhold of Sicamore trees that wound together like fragments of nylon, I glanced up at the cows who were all laying on the grass

of their pasture trying to get as much rest as possible before being herded into another where they would remain for another week or so

until they returned. Their coats gleamed with natural oils, and reflected the soft rays of sunlight that strayed through the nearby leaves

, bushes, and moss that enscoped anything in which they covered. Turning my attention back torwards the road, I realized that more people

were out at this time than usual. Normally, at 7am there is only one or two people on the road who are driving to work. Today many were

out, and were all staring at me as if I displayed on the back of my shirt a "Look at me!" sign. I quickened my pace as the sudden urgency

of getting to an enclosed, public area swept over my main points of interest. Reaching my bus-stop, I noticed that I was about 5 minutes

early, and that I would have to wait a while before being picked up by the big, ugly, yellow & black transportation device that always

damaged my mood when I saw it pull up. I could probably easily guess that the first thing that most teenagers think when that big, ugly

thing pulls up is "Great. Couldn't it just not come today?" Today was different. Today there was that urgency to get away, to be safe, to not

be near that area. And though every nerve in my body told me to leave, my muscles clenched in fear did not relax. I told myself that

everything was just weird, and that my mind really just needed that extra sleep. Maybe I was imagining it. Maybe, I was just being

ridiculous. Suddenly, a small car pulled out of a random driveway on my street. It slowly chugged along, gaining speed ever so slowly. It

turned onto the main highway in which the edge I was standing on felt as if it grew shaky. In the same moment that you thought this old

small car could get across the road before the large CMI plowed through it, was the same moment it's engine faultered in the center, leaving

that same CEMI about 4 seconds to brake. One second. Realization kicks in. Two Seconds.All the muscles in your body tell you to stop

the situation. Three seconds. You realize it's too late, and that your life is flashing through your eyes. Four seconds, anyone in a relative

distance sorrounding your impact is thrown into an eternal black abyss that no-one could ever recall coming back from.




When people tell you that dying is probably peaceful, they most likely haven't been that close to dying in the first place.

They also probably haven't dealt with a 4 ton CEMI coming straight at them with no blocks or stops in their way. As my life flashed before

me in those rather few seconds, I realizedthat I aquired an interesting talent. The warnings I had felt before the crash, were meaningfull.

They happened for a specific reason, to which is now known. The main things I remember as I was rushed to the emergency room were the

white walls, the air flowing around me, and the auras that wrapped themselves over each individual body around me. Colors such as red,

orange, green, and blue radiated through the nurses, doctors, and patients. My eyelashes closed slowly, and as all my thoughts sunk down

to the ground, my spirit floated upwards. I turned around in the mystical white haze or air that I was encircled in. Watching my body slowly

decimate down the long white corridors of the hospital, I realized that nothing is as it seems. Nothing is normal. Everything has a purpose,

and everything I knew was about to change.

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Please check back often as I will be updating with new fragments, and chapters of this short story. Please also remember that as a 13 year old writer myself, I would appreciate your comments to give advise on what to work on, how to fix them etc... instead of being rude and disrespectful. If you are questioning why the dream, and the girl's experience correspond to one another please realize that this will all tie in at the end, and that every girl (in the dream) has their own disaster/warning that brings them to the constant dream setting in the center of the diamond (becomes reality) I know it's confusing but please bare with me, I am working very hard to make this as good as possible.

Thank you all :)


--Katiee