Vision

Chapter Three

Edited

Heading to shop knowing that something is planned for me has my gut churning. Does this have anything to do with me fainting yesterday? I'm terrified of what she thinks is going to be beneficial. A day off would be beneficial.

Bright and early, like always, I walk into the shop. The walk here has me slightly more curious. Liliian wouldn't torture me by taking me to a doctor to get checked out or anything like that. The bell on the door chimes my arrival.

Lillian ignores me as she finishes her origami like stack of tea boxes. She still doesn't acknowledge me as I reach the counter. Leaning over it, I blurt out, "what are doing today?"

"Just one..." she places her final tea box on the tippy top of her tower like masterpiece. "sec." She stands back to admire her work.

I so badly want to grab one at the bottom, but I let her have her satisfaction. I'm sure one customer will be a jerk today.

Ignoring my question, she brings the topic to something I'd rather not discuss. Myself. "You look awful." She blurts out. Jee thanks. She quickly adds a tad of worry to her insults, "I know something's bothering you. You can tell me."

Can I? Just thinking about it, playing back the images to myself, I feel crazy. I can't tell her I'm seeing horrific things happen in the near future. I don't even think I can wrap my mind around it, so how can I expect her to. "I didn't sleep well. It's nothing." My semi-now-truthful admission gets me an eye roll. "Anyways, do tell what you have planned. Is it fun? Does it involve sitting and slacking, maybe sleeping. I could really use some sleep." My head thunks down on the counter top over exaggerating my lack of ambitions for today.

"Oh, it'll be fun," She chimes as she skips out from behind the counter. Her holler of our departure echoes throughout the shop. A faint, "okay, dear," vibrates back to us from somewhere in the shop.

With the okay given, Lillian latches onto my arm and nearly drags me out of the shop. She rattled on about how it's important to understand dreams and premonitions. That word, premonitions has my skin crawling. She's just making assumptions. That can't be my future.

She keeps going on and on about healing and how it keeps the soul clean and the aura vibrant. But all of that goes in one ear and out the other, because I get hung up on that one single word. One word that could change my life in the matter of weeks.

I'm off in my own world as we come to a stop in front of a shop that's nearly four blocks away from Oasis. It takes a minute for things to come into focus, for my brain to catch up. Once everything clicks into place though, I turn on my heels ready to run away, but Lillian holds me back and pushes me in through the open doors.

"Oh Lillian, a pleasure to see again," the shopkeeper easily greets Lillian before her eyes land on me, "is this the friend you were telling me about?"

This has my eye veering to Lillian as well. She's talked about to a...psychic? A fortune teller, tarot card reader, witch. My heads starts to spin and both of them look at me with furrowed brows.

Lillian covers up my panic, "she's just nervous. There's some seriously bad mojo going on with her."

I give a firm groan at her words. Bad mojo. That's putting it lightly. "I'm fine. I don't need-" whatever this is.

But before I can stalk out of the shop, the woman requests for us to sit down. "I could help you...if you let me." She points to a table that is behind a beaded curtain.

I could regret this or regret it even more. I don't need strangers knowing my fate. I don't even want to know my fate. Some things should be left to surprise. And this is one of those things.