I heard it...clear as a bell. The sad thing was that I knew I was either dreaming...or dead. There was no way I could hear that angelic voice in this lifetime.
"Alice...are you there?"
I heard it again. It was so real. I could feel it...almost taste it.
"Roscoe..." I might as well talk to this beautiful ilusion and enjoy it.
I could even feel his hand clasping mine. It made me feel peaceful...like accepting death with open arms. If I was dead...and if he was dead...then maybe we could be together forever.
I was selfish and I wanted to see him. I let my eyes open and a smile fell onto my lips. It dropped as soon as they were open. He was there...but so was everything else. Really, everything else was nothing. The nothingness I used to welcome, I now loathed.
"I'm not dead?" I squeeked.
"Not while I'm still alive." He mused lightly.
I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again, hoping I would wake up to the glowing, fluffy clouds of heaven....or even the burning flames of hell.
"Roscoe...I saw it."
"What did you see?" He asked, taking my pulse.
"I saw you..." I choked back a cry. "You were dead."
He froze. "In a vision?"
I nodded, knowing he would sense my confirmation.
"B-but your visions...they always happen...right?"
I nodded again, not able to say anything.
"Can...can you stop them?" His voice was reaching hysteria.
I shook my head this time. "I've never done it before."
"But the future...isn't it always subject to change?"
"I don't know." I shrugged. I no longer held in my tears. I let them freely slide down my cheeks.
He sat me up against the hard wall and took a place next to me.
"Roscoe...I'm so, so sorry. I wish I could stop it." I cried.
"Shh...no, it's not your fault."
He let me sob myself to sleep. I would've given anything to have peaceful slumber. But fate was not on my side...not ever.
I would've died just to have another vision...one of Roscoe alive...showing that we triumphed over the past one. I didn't. But I did have visions. They days of wait didn't happen, they came the same night. Each one clearer than the last. Each one scarier. Each one showing the same thing. Each one showing a new him.
He was going to kill me.