Past, Present, and Future (Twilight fan-fiction)

Ariella is a orphan who never knew her parents. One day while outside she was chased by a group of boys, but soon found herself stumbling to the Cullen's front door. Can they help this lonely girl? A girl who has the power to see into the past, present, and future? There could be more more to her.

Disclaimer: All rights go to Stephenie Meyer.


2. Chapter 1- The Vision

Chapter 1

I spend most of my time in my room reading about, well I read basically everything I could. As a foster kid there isn't a lot to do since we have limited privileges and a curfew. It leaves me feeling almost like prisoner.

We are children of the state, they own us and we have no say. A social worker comes and checks on us every month and every month we are expected to be super well behaved. Anything out of the ordinary results in an investigation of our foster parents.

See every child here has some sort of story. Whether their parents gave them away, they were taken from their parents, or like me, never met their parents. These are things they watch out for. To them we are a ticking time bomb waiting to explode because we are damaged and unwanted. Some of us are lucky to get adopted but that's mostly the very young ones. Once you reach the age of five you become less desirable than before. People usually like to adopt babies. And when you are my age, there is no hope of being adopted.

Here at the foster home I have no friends because no one is allowed to talk to me. I get abused here, not physically but mentally. Either way it still hurts. Why not add physical pain to it, that would be just great. This is the type of thing the social worker looks for and yet I say nothing. Why? Because it's pointless. All they will do is move me to another home and I'll just be hurt again anyway. Four more years and I'm out of here, I can endure it until then.

Sitting on my bed with a book open I began to ponder. The book was about legends on psychics. It explains that seeing the future is a sign of being a witch. Of course I don't believe that crap, but the thought was intriguing enough. I remember reading a history book on Salem. Many women were killed for the accusations of them being witches. I'm no witch. Though my gift, as I call it, has guided me for so long. Without it I'd really be in the dark about life and the world beyond these walls.

I hated this place. I'm a target for everyone. Even though the other kids aren't allowed to socialize with me, I know that regardless of what they are being told, somehow they would treat me no different than they do now.

As I continued reading the book, I was enveloped into a vision.

It was the future:

I was running from something or someone. I saw a huge white house and ran to the door, screaming for help. Within seconds, the door swung open. In front of me stood a man, wide eyed with a look of concern.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"I'm being chased," I cried. The man's eyes grew even wider and more alert. I couldn't take it anymore. My breathing was erratic and uneven. My body soon gave out and I fainted.

Who is going to chase me? What do I do now? I thought. I was scared. A knock on the door broke me from thought.

"Yes?" I said.

"Come get your dinner," Mrs. Shelton said after opening the door.

"Yes ma'am." I got up and followed her to the dinning room. Taking a seat I ate my food quietly. I kept my head down as not to draw attention to myself, but of course that wasn't easy. I'm like the elephant in the room. After eating I asked to be excused and with permission I got up with my dishes in hand and walked to the kitchen. I washed them and headed back to my room.

I was feeling a little happy. I ate in peace and Mrs. Shelton didn't treat me badly. Smiling I changed into my pajamas and went to bed with the vision on my mind.

~Chapter End~

Thanks for reading.




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