Sedona

Visions of Stress

Alice's POV

Beige walls surrounded a cramped small room with two inside. A man with a placard that read "Mr. Charles" and (Y/N) sat on the other side of him. His posture is accusing, talking down to them like they were nothing.

I've seen it countless times. It was a fine for this, a fine for that. It's an endless stream of annoyances with the man. He never seemed to be able to have anything other than a complaint in my visions.

This time around, matching his walls in a tacky three-piece suit, he paced back and forth in front of them. For one moment in his miserable life, he had some kind of upper hand. And he loved it.

"Mx. (L/N), you know why I have you in here today?" His words were as clear as day in my mind like he had rehearsed his words beforehand in this vision.

"No, sir. How about you tell me?" (Y/N) leaned back in his seat. After being grilled so many times, they were growing tired of it. They didn't sit stiffly, silently fearing and dreading each syllable that came from his mouth.

"Your son left two toys here overnight. That's a four-dollar fee, as you know." He said matter-of-factly, dropping the toys in plastic bags in front of them.

"Sorry that it slipped my mind to make sure he had all of his stuff, sir." They sighed, digging into their wallet for the billionth time that I've seen.

Like every time that I've seen this type of encounter, they dropped the money and left without another word. The door would slam on their way out.

The vision faded away to show my room with Jasper again. He says next to me, watching my face. He knew that I saw something, his question on the tip of his tongue.

"What did you see?" Curious and serious eyes looking my face over. He knew how I felt because of his gift.

"I saw him again, Mr. Charles." I slumped back into my seat.

Jasper looked empathetic, his thumb rubbing over my knocks as he held my hand. "What did he do this time?"

"Another fine; he seems to enjoy it." My eyes fluttered about the room. "If only he would stop this. It's not necessary."

We sat together in thought. I could feel Jasper trying to make me happy. A fog settled in my mind as the new emotion crept in. I tried to figure out how to fix the Mr. Charles problem by looking into visions.

Other solutions fall short of fixing the problem that we had here. Every single scenario led to him coming back anyway until I thought of one thing. Mr. Charles would have to step out of the picture with his life taken.

But it wouldn't be smart to do this. We both have little restraint, but it solves our problem all the same. "Jasper, there's only one way to end it." My eyes focused on the wall in front of me.

"What do you suppose that we do?" His thumb stopped rubbing my knuckles. His gaze hardened with seriousness and focus.

"We need to get rid of him. It's the only way." Finally, I looked at him in the eyes. The shock was there in his eyes before deluding back into the seriousness before.

"Is it really the only way?" He slowly got closer.

"Yes, it's the only way to get him to stop," I mumbled out. I got up onto my feet. "We need to tell Esme."

Esme's POV

"Alice? Jasper?" I stood up from the couch, watching the two come to me with urgency.

"We need to talk about (Y/N). I have seen visions." Alice came to my side with Jasper in tow.

"What about them?" Worry settled into my mind quickly. I could tell by her approach that whatever she had to say wasn't good. (Y/N) had to deal with enough stress as it is at this point. They don't need any more of it to add to the overflowing stress that they have already.

"Mr. Charles is constantly belittling them, using his authority for fun. It needs to stop." Alice's seriousness grew. "But there's only one way."

"And what is that?" I stood in front of her, waiting for her next words.

"He needs to go," Alice told me, and I knew what she was hinting at here. Mr. Charles dying is the only measure to make him stop.

He would keep making others miserable until his dying breath. (Y/N) is so sweet and kind; they don't deserve his cruel treatment, not even for a second.

"Okay," I thought about it over in my head. I'm not usually a fan of harming humans, but this calls for it.

(Y/N)'s POV

Thomas and Annie lay sprawled out above on the couch. A blanket laid on top of us, lazily thrown over. Their eyes closed to sleep the night on the couch with me.

My eyes were slowly closing, too. Their breaths synchronized, and my eyes watched over their sleeping faces while I still had the energy.

The TV buzzed with its life on the screen. I hadn't been paying attention to it that much. Sleep is more favorable to me right now. My eyes closed entirely.

A news channel played in my ears from the TV set. Some man's voice droned about something that happened tonight. I have gotten so close to falling asleep that I hadn't watched a lot of parts in the channel's section.

Maybe a word or two got to me; I managed to notice it. It's local news, so I hardly thought it mattered right now. It could be anything and everything to be broadcasted on to such a local town.

It's like a channel made for gossip. There are serious moments like teens accidentally driving into ditches and animal attacks. Other times, it could be a story about a goldfish that lived for a year.
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