Seeing Vincent

Anne

“Vincent!!” I yelled, almost falling off my bed from fright. My mum, sister, Pam, and Joan rushed to me at once. I was confused why they all had smiles and worry at the same time, till I looked around and saw all the hospital room signs.

I’d seen myself on the island again, with the armies surrounding me, and Vincent running in slow-mo towards me with the same expressions that led me to turn. In my line of vision stood Fiona who had run out from the trees and had aimed at me, releasing the bullets with a quick, energetic flick of her index finger.

I soon saw a body block mine, then a pair of arms wrapped around me before the bullet could reach me. I felt the body jerk towards me as if stunned, then go rigid, while tightening its grip on me.

I looked into Vincent’s watery eyes and saw the life, emotions, and color slowly drain from his face as he fell to his knees and then to the floor.

It wasn’t the force of his impact that knocked me off, it was the horrible shock of seeing