The Vision Part 2

THE VISION

(Part 2)

I was back consicious.

I thought about the vision I just had.

It was time for me to go to the airport by now to fly back to the States. I hurried to find a cab and rode to the airport. On the way, I thought about who ever had a grudge on Mary.

None, I thought. Mary was a really nice person.

But could it possibly be Jacob? He was jealous of Mary when they were kids. That’s the only possibility I could think of.

After I’d done all the business before going into the airplane, I sat down on the airplane chair beside a man. He was overweight, had a black mustache and had green eyes.

After a while, he started chatting with me.

“You came here to travel Egypt?” he asked.

“Well yeah, but I was actually doing something else too,” I said and explained to him about how Mary had had a vision and now she was dead and I had a vision just now and…

I wasn’t really paying attention to him while I was explaining. After I finished, I turned back to him, and saw that he had changed form.

He was thin, without mustache and had blue eyes. He also wore different clothes, he was wearing Ancient Egyptians’ clothes.

He laughed evilly at me and said, “I killed her, not Jacob. It might seem like he’s the one, but he’s not.”

“What?” I asked. I almost had a heart attack.

“I was once the Pharaoh of Egypt,” he said in a deep, creepy voice. “Mary was one of my grandchildren. I loved her most and she loved me too. But as she grew up, she became naughty and annoying. She betrayed me. She married a man that was an enemy of mine. I had planned to kill her, but I was late. Mary found out and escaped. And since then I never saw her again, until I murdered her.”

Everyone didn’t seem to notice anything odd when I looked around. It was probably just me. I was the only one there who could see the man differently.

“Pharaohs only existed a long time ago,” I asked. “So you mean-“

“Ha!” he said. “Mary had always reincarnated. She would stop reincarnating if she died not of a sickness but because she was killed. I wanted to get even with her. For all these times I tried to kill her, I had always failed. Call me a fool, but it’s true. Finally this time, it worked. So after now, Mary would never be reincarnated again, and is gone, forever. You came just in time last time when Mary was dying. She wanted to tell you something, but she was late. She was gone already. She actually wanted to warn you about the vision she had that she was just killed by me and you were going to be killed by me too.”

“How could you!” I shouted and started to cry. “How dare you!”

“And about the vision you had in the pyramid,” he explained, “it’s gonna happen now.”

“NO!” I shouted. “Please no! WHY?”

“Because you’re Mary’s best friend, idiot. I hate you for that,” he said. I continued crying and shouting for help.

“Shush,” he said. “Don’t worry, as the vision said, you shouldn’t fear. Because I am going to do it quickly, not slowly, like the way I had killed Mary.”

The next thing I knew, was that I was dead and was writing this. I wrote this to warn you to be careful.

By: Dead Stella.

THE END

The Vision Part 1

It has been a while since I posted something on my website.
And this is just a short story I make for fun. Actually wrote it in English class. Anyway, it's called "The Vision." Hope you guys love it!

THE VISION

(Part 1)

She was able to utter a few things before she died.

“I wanted to tell you. But I…was scared you wouldn’t believe me. I had this vision in the py…pyra…pyramid and-“ she said, then she finally died.

I remembered when she and I went to the pyramid a few years ago. Something did seem strange once we came out from the Cheops Pyramid. She came out with her eyes wide open, her mouth fell open and her body all sweaty. I first thought that she was just stunned for a while that she couldn’t even speak. She had been dreaming of going to the Cheops Pyramid since we were little kids. On the way back, she was quiet. And that was unusual. Even if she stayed quiet for a while, after that she would go on and on and on about it because of her excitement. It was almost impossible to stop her.

A few years later, she had brain cancer. She was a strong woman, but unfortunately, didn’t make it. And those were her last words to me.

Since then, I had been thinking. What could she possibly see in there? Her bitter past? Wait, her past was sweet. Then what? Once we entered the King’s chamber, she acted different. Why was she the one who had a vision, instead of me?

I really couldn’t sleep that night. I was tired, but wasn’t sleepy at all. My eyes also hurt so badly, for crying so much. I honestly thought, that visions and stuff couldn’t even happen in real life!

So I did a research. I wanted to know. I went to the Cheops Pyramid, to observe and probably be lucky enough to get a vision like her or something. But nothing really strange happened. I went outside desperately. When I came out, I saw tourists starting to come. Some were taking pictures and others were admiring the beauty of the pyramid.

Then, a tourist walked to my direction. His face seemed familiar. I knew I’d seen him before, but I just couldn’t remember.

“You went inside already?” he asked me suddenly.

“Yeah, it…it was beautiful,” I stammered. “I think I know you. What’s your name?”

“Jacob,” he answered with a smile. “Yours?”

“Stella,” I said. Then I got it. “I do know you!”

“Really?” he asked, raising his left eyebrow.

“Yes,” I said. “Weren’t you that kid who broke my mom’s vase? You were a really naughty boy back then. And you had a grudge on Mary, because you were jealous of her, getting more attention from your favorite teacher than you did.”

“Oh, those times weren’t the best I’ve had in my life,” he said. “By the way, how is Mary?”

“She…she died,” I said, sadly. “Just a week ago.”

“I’m really sorry,” Jacob said, but I couldn’t help noticing his flat tone. It was like he didn’t actually mean it.

“I came here because I wanted to know something about the last things she said to me before she died,” I said, and explained to him about what Mary had said.

“I have actually heard about something like that before,” Jacob explained. “It happened to Napoleon Bonaparte, when he asked to be left alone in the King’s chamber. No one really knew exactly what he saw because he never explained. He thought it was no use, since people wouldn’t believe him. And then he brought his secret with him to his grave. But Napoleon had actually hinted that he was given a vision of his destiny.”

“So you mean you think Mary saw her destiny?” I asked.

“Well, I don’t know,” Jacob said. “What was the cause of Mary’s death?”

“She had brain cancer,” I said. “But doctors are doing an autopsy because something was a little strange.”

“My best guess,” Jacob said, “is probably she saw that coming. Anyway, I got to go. It was nice chatting with you.”

“Thank you for your information too,” I said. “Hope to see you again.”

5 years after Mary’s death, I was still visiting the Cheops Pyramid every month. Until 28 March 1989, I still observed because I couldn’t help my curiosity. But after all these years, I hadn’t got anything. But 28 March 1989 was different. Once I stepped into the pyramid, I could feel panic arising inside. I didn’t know why. Somehow, that day, it was even harder for me to move. Then I saw blurry hieroglyphs in front of me. I could understand them, even though I had never learned anything about it. Something banged my head. The hieroglyphs read: “Death is near, but thou shall not fear.”

My heart was beating faster and faster. I felt dizzy. I fell to the ground. Then it came. The vision. Mary had brain cancer. But she didn’t die because of it. She was murdered.

TO BE CONTINUED…

The First Chapter of Egypt Story

Chapter 1

“Hurry up, Nick,” my dad calls. “And you too, young lady.”

“I’m ready, I’m ready,” I say, rushing.

“Wait a sec, dad,” Nick says. “I just need to pack a few more things.”

   My dad and I wait in front of the door for Nick. He’s usually the slowest in getting ready. I know, I know. It’s supposed to be a girl who’s actually the slow one. But I’m actually pretty fast, though my dad is faster. That’s because I’m boyish. I hate wearing skirts, I hate shopping for clothes. I hate make-up. Instead, I love sports, being active, adventures and other things that boys usually do. I guess it’s because I have a big brother. I hang out mostly with boys, rarely with girls. I have a best friend, his name is Edgar Price. We’ve been best buddies for a pretty long time.

   Anyway, sorry. I got too carried away with this whole boyish thing, I even forgot to introduce myself. I am Michelle Jones. I am 12. I live with my dad and Nick in a small house here in Chicago. My dad is a pyramidologist. He studies pyramids. Nick’s 16, today. I don’t live with my mom, I’ve never even seen her in person, like the real her. She’s still alive, though. My parents were divorced when I was just born. Dad told us that they were fighting about not having enough money at that time. They didn’t have enough money to raise both me and Nick, so mom thought she probably should’ve given me to the orphanage or something. But my dad loved me so much, the minute he saw me smile at him, as he said. He wouldn’t want to abandon me like that. They fought like crazy at that time and decided to divorce. I hated my mom so much after hearing that story, I cried and got really emotional. I even swore that I wouldn’t want to talk to her if I met her someday. Dad said they have never communicated ever since, so it’s fine with me.

   I have seen mom in pictures before and I have to admit, that’s she’s actually gorgeous. She has long dark brown hair, dark brown eyes and she’s tall and thin. Dad always said that I looked like my mom a lot, but that’s just from the appearance.

   Anyway, about Nick, he looks more like dad. He has black hair and blue eyes. He’s so into music. He created this band with his friends called The Rockers (what a dull name). [Oh come on, admit it, Nick, you could’ve been more creative.]

   We are going to Egypt, to celebrate Nick’s 16th birthday. He looked so grumpy this morning when dad suddenly told us we were going to leave Chicago this afternoon. I can understand Nick’s feelings, because out of 12 of my birthdays, I’ve celebrated half of them in Egypt, including my first. It’s nuts, I know. But we really don’t dare to say anything whenever dad says we are flying to Egypt. Because one time, when I got really frustrated on my tenth birthday, the time we were just gonna leave the house to go to the airport, I shouted like, “What on earth are we even gonna do there?” Man, was I wrong. Dad scolded me until my ears were about to explode. I felt like even the whole block could hear him really clear. I was embarassed, and mad. It’s one of the worst feelings ever. Ever since, we never dare to repeat what I did, no matter how angry we are.

   I mean, think about it. We don’t have any relatives or anything there, so why would my dad take us there to celebrate our birthdays, when we could just celebrate it in Chicago? I love him but he’s weird sometimes, you know. One time, we even celebrated Christmas in Egypt. What was he thinking?

   Nick and I have been curious about the whole thing. We think that dad is hiding something from us. But what can it be? We tell each other everything!

   Nick is ready. But he’s still so mad, though he’s trying not to show it in front of us, especially dad. But I can see in his eyes, that tears are almost coming out. Boys don’t cry often, as you know. That means whenever they cry, it must be because of something reasonable. I feel really sorry for Nick, but there’s nothing I can do about it. So, I think it’s best if I keep my mouth shut.

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   We have finally arrived in Cairo, Egypt’s airport, Cairo International Airport. The flight lasts for 14 hours, as far as I’m concerned. We departured at noon from Chicago, and it’s supposed to be 1 at dawn now there. But because of the time difference, it’s 9 o’clock in the morning here in Cairo. Whenever we’re here, we have to get used to the time here, so whether or not we’re tired, we just gotta push ourselves. It’s December 21 now here, so Nick’s birthday is yesterday. About my dad...he doesn’t look a bit tired. He’s probably too stunned by Cairo, he doesn’t even seem to blink. Nick and I just look at each other and roll our eyes. Whenever we’re arrived at this airport, we usually stay like at least for 4 hours before we move on. I mean, dad, come on. Are you even sick after the long flight? Can we just kinda hurry and get to the hotel? Can you imagine how hungry we are, dad? Aren’t you even hungry? Well, I didn’t say the place isn’t nice and comfortable. I’m just bored of it after the hundredth time I’ve been there. As usual, dad gives us each 20 Egyptian pounds to shop for jewelry, instead of food. But I don’t understand, we’ve got tons of Egyptian jewelry at home, so why would we buy some again?

   Nick and I are starving, so we ignore dad’s order and shop for some snacks. After that, we sit on the chairs there and eat. What we don’t realize, is that’s our FIRST mistake of the day...

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