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I got upstairs, my feet made an echoing sound on the white marble steps, I got to the landing and walked to the first door on the right, I opened the black wooden door thanking my lucky stars that the bedroom was carpeted, the carpet was a neutral cream as were the walls there was a large wardrobe that covered the whole wall on my left, in front of me was the window and on my right, facing the wardrobe, was the bed, at the foot of the bed, however, was a painting, right there on the floor, the painting was of an eye, a brown eye, that was very life like, it was unnerving and I didn't like how the eye seemed to follow you, it made a shiver run down my spine, what I disliked the most was that it wasn't signed

On the same wall as the window, on the right was a dressing table with jewellery, perfume and other bits I went and sat on the black wooden chair and proceeded to touching all of Kimberley's stuff, I needed to touch her stuff to get a vision, I touched everything, including a strange, brass, old looking key, but I didn't get a vision, soon the doorbell rang and dad shouted that the pizza was here, I left the room, a little upset and went down to join my father

"Hey, sweety, did you get a vision?" Dad asked knowing all to well why I went upstairs I just shook my head, sometimes the visions did take time but I just wanted to help and get the visions quickly. After we ate we watched a bit of t.v, dad wouldn't let me go upstairs again and I agreed I needed a break.

After an hour of t.v the front door opened with a bang, dad and I looked at each other, then got up to take a look

"YOU NEED TO LEAVE THIS PLACE, NOW" a male in his mid twenties was shouting furiously

"And who might you be?" I asked with my arms folded across my chest

"Andrew, Kimberly's brother, and I don't believe in your mumbo jumbo, so get the hell out" he answered menacingly, was that suppose to scare me? I though he was ok about us being here? I guess not

"Well I'm sorry, young man, but my daughter and I are not leaving until she has done her job" you can guess who said that, right?, Andrew scoffed at that,

"And how much money will you be taking for your 'job'?" he asked using speech marks in the air for the word job

" I don't charge for my services" I shrugged

"Yeah, but if someone tried to pay you, out of gratitude, you'd take it right?" He asked crossing his arms squinting a little, looking smug.

"Actually, no I wouldn't, I've been doing this for five years, I've never accepted money" I turned to my dad now "I'm gonna go upstairs again, try and get a vision" I told him giving one last look at Andrew as he rolled his eyes, I turned away and ran up the stairs, not caring about the loud noise it made, I was too upset, I mean I was used to people not believing in me but it was still upsetting. I went into Kim's room again and sat at her desk, and again tried to get a vision.

Within three minutes Andrew and my dad walked in, my dad looked at me apologetically and Andrew walked straight for the desk whilst my dad lingered near the painting, he liked art.

"I'm here to help you" Andrew said but his tone suggested he was being threatened into saying it, it nearly made me laugh to think my dad could threaten a cop, but I just nodded, Andrew picked up a bracelet "I gave Kim this for her birthday, it means a lot to her" I did notice that he used present tense rather than past tense which suggested he thought she was still alive, I had already touched the bracelet and had gotten nothing but I didn't say that, he was trying to help, so instead I took the bracelet, I closed my eyes and tried to get a vision, still nothing, I opened my eyes and shook my head as I handed it back to him, his shoulders slumped a little as he looked in Kim's jewellery box, he took her wedding band and held it out to me, I shook my head

"The object has to mean something to the person, your sister is divorced, the ring shouldn't mean anything to her"

"No, this ring belonged to our mum, James never bought a ring, my mum gave Kim this before she died, it means a lot to her" I took the ring and closed my eyes.

I was in a hospital bed wearing a cream and white wedding gown my husband is sitting on the bed next to me on my right, he's holding my right hand crying, I'm crying too, I don't want to die, my son Andrew just became a police officer, two weeks ago, and neither of my two children are married yet, neither do they have kids, I'll never get chance to play with my grandchildren, there's a knock on the door, my husband sniffs and I nod as he looks at me then he calls whoever is outside to come in, my daughter Kimberly walks in, I try to imagine that she's walking down the aisle on her wedding day, I cry harder making my vision blurry, she stands on my left after hugging me and asking me if I'm feeling any pain, the pain is in my heart right now more than my head, Andrew walks in behind her and also gives me a small hug we are all crying, my son is in his uniform, I nod to my husband, and he lifts my head up and helps me to sit up.

"My beautiful children"I say hoarsely "I love you guys so much, and I know I don't have much time" to this they both let out a wail "my beautiful daughter" I take off my wedding ring and hold it out to her "I leave you this ring, when you wear it you'll know I'm always with you" my daughter takes it from me, she kisses the ring then puts it in her pocket,

"I'll wear it when I get married" she whispers, I nod liking the idea.

I then look at my husband and he takes off his ring and kisses it, Andrew knows what's coming and cries harder, he can't stand it and runs out of the room Kim apologises and runs after him.

"I'll give him the ring later, I promise" my husband whispers to me as he hugs me, my breathing quickens, he tries to move off me but I hold him close, a final thought of goodbye goes to my children as everything goes dark.

The light comes back and I'm coughing as I realise I'm crying my dad is hugging me from behind making shushing sounds, Andrew is standing there shifting from one foot to the other, once I've calmed down I tell my dad to let go.

"Your mum loved you, so much, did your dad give you his wedding band?" I ask Andrew, it dawns on him what I can actually do then I explained to them what I saw, Andrew and my dad were both in tears by the end.

"Now do you believe her?" My dad asked him

"Dad, it's ok" I told him "leave him be"

"No, I think, I think I do believe you" Andrew lets us know what I already guessed, that was good enough for me, he helped some more, but even at the end I still hadn't gotten a vision of Kimberly.

"What does this mean?" Andrew asked after an hour of of no visions

"It means your sister is still alive" I told him confidently, I knew this because my visions were a persons last memory, if you're still alive you've not had a final memory, therefore I can't see it, if Kim was dead I should've had the vision of her last memory, but because I didn't get a vision, it means she hasn't had a final memory yet.

Oh my gosh, you guys, I cried whilst typing the memory of Andrews mum, did you guys cry reading that? Don't forget to comment and vote.