This was originally written cause I was bouncy.... then it deleted it... damn thing... anyway here's so I never have to explain it again. A young girl stood frozen in the shinning sun. Her dirty blonde hair was recently cleaned and glittered. Her blue eyes were locked on a figure of white before her. The figure whispered to the girl, the sounds wrapping around her. Tears streamed down her rosy cheeks. Slowly the figure began to fade into color, dyed blonde hair (curled and chopped short), blue eyes, and wrinkles too many to count on her old face showed. But the skin stayed perliy white and the eyes lacked spark. The green grass the figure stood turned white from coldness. The girl, dressed in a racing swimsuit, shivered. She reached out to touch the figure... which was already gone. ~~~~~~ A girl about seven sat straight up in her bed. She gripped the floaral covers and pulled them taunt. Her crystal clear blue eyes looked out from the covers. Only those blue eyes and a sweat covered forehead were visible. It was not the first time she had had that dream, dreams like it. But it was the first time she had seen a face. She slipped out of her bed and crossed the room. She picked a photograph and touched the old woman's face. Her blue eyes teared up and she slipped to the ground, defeated. ~~~~~~ He was weeping openly. That was the first thing she noticed. Her grandfather was weeping openly. She wrapped her arms around her and gazed at the white body before her. They touched the body, held its hand, kissed its forehead. Her grandfather went up, kissed the body, tears flowing freely. He stood there for a few moments then left the room. Her father went up there, tears on his face. He did not touch the body, simply stood there then joined his brothers off to the side. Her mother went up. She was not crying, but saddness radiated off of her. She left the room, not touching the white body. Her brother went up. He was crying, too. But mostly he looked scared. He looked at the body, tears falling harder then fled the room. Others she didn't recognize went up. Finally she stood and slowly made her way to the body. She stood there, blue eyes on the body, little arms wrapped around her body. The blue eyes looked at her and she knew the spirit of the body knew... She had killed her grandmother. She blinked and the eyes had fallen back into place. ~~~~~~ It took a long time to realize that she wasn't resonsible. She had always had expirences of deja vu, but so had everyone else. She had perhaps more than most, but that was nothing to wory about. She lived with the guilt that she had caused her grandmother's death, her cat's, her dog's, her grandfather's. She lived with the guilt that she caused other's deaths, her friends moving, deaths in her friends' families. It took a long time for her to realize it was her fault. It wasn't her fault. She fears sleep now, and the courage to close her eyes each night is more than she can carry. It's not always about deaths... sometimes she knows what will happen in class. But she had no control. They come when they wish to come. And the time is never right. It could be months, or only days. Some times she knows exactly what will happen, other days she wakes with the cold feeling of death and it's left to her to deal with the uncertainty. Mornings are no longer fun, with her heat pounding and brow wet... and fear still hold his grip on her. The future is, should be, unknown. Forever. ~~~~~~ Here is a creature that defies time, against her will