Sorry, i didnt see you there. [Tatiana]

[jason jonathan lerman]

Jason walked one hand clutching the other arms elbow. The image was still playing back in his head, in the way of how he saw it. He could see the two kids, he identified them as the one with the big nose and the chunky kid in the memory. He could feel tears on his cheeks and didn't bother wiping them away. He could feel the pain over again when he was hit in the memory. The kids had practically ambushed him, tossing him against the wall. He sat down on the grass, knees to his chest. He could feel them throw him against the ground then kick him over and over.

He heard himself crying out in pain. There wasn't anyone to help him, and he couldn't get the time to protect himself either. He felt the chunky kid bend his arm backwards, almost breaking it. He was lucky that someone had walked by, or else he wouldn't be able to move his arm at all without screaming in pain. He knew it was wrong of him, but he had yelled at the kid who walked by. He was a year younger than him a male, he could tell if he saw him he would have to apologize. He felt horrible, in pain and out of feeling bad.

He sat there tears streaming down his face. He could deal with the names, people calling him the freak. Blindy, No eyes, he could deal with that without a problem. But, he never got over the physical assaults. He couldn't fucking see yet the kids targeted him for that same exact reason. He had already had tons of broken bones, countless of them actually.

He had grown up in a foster home, his parents abandoned him for being blind. It just wasn't fair, why did it have to be him? Couldn't he be blind and with his birth parents or able to see in foster care? He had been an a abusive family for years before he moved into his current family. He had flashbacks constantly, it was scary to him. He couldn't help it yet they came every night when he tried to sleep. His foster brothers would wake him up by hitting him or slicing his back up. He had countless scars on his back and shoulders to prove it.

He couldn't stand it anymore, he was sitting there doing nothing. He stood up tears still running down his cheeks, he could feel them. He wasn't paying any attention to his vibrations. He hadn't care what happened anymore. He could have his life threatened and wouldn't care anymore. He was sick and tired of standing down letting people walk over him if they wanted to. He knew it wasn't the smartest idea since he might run into someone but it didn't matter to him. At least that's what he thought at the time.

Jason was walking aimlessly, still wandering around the stadium. He didn't pay attention to his vibrations when someone was near him. He didn't realize that there was anyone still walking head looking at the ground eyes closed tight trying to fight off tears. He decided to pay attention to what he was doing when it was just a little to late, he didn't even have time to cry out in shock. He accidentally ran straight into someone, they seemed to be a younger women. He couldn't catch himself falling right on top of her. He didn't know who she was but he planned on apologizing more than anyone ever did apologize to her.

[tatiana kathrine kovex]

"No no no... that's still not right!" A young girl said looking down into her hand held mirror. "Okay Tatiana concentrate..." She said to herself looking right into her own eyes. "Come on!" She challenged herself, frustrated that nothing was happening. "Gosh!" She practically screamed at herself, sitting there under a big shady tree. It caused many people to stop and look at her. Tatiana instianty became aware of all the looks she was getting. Within a second her cheeks grew a bright shade of red, and her hands got sweaty. Her eye brows pulled together, as she stuffed the mirror back into her purse. She whipped her hands on the grass before standing up, and walking off in a hurry. Her baby blue backpack was swung over one of her shoulders. Her hair was down and with a slight curl to it. She kept her face looking towards her shoes, so her hair blocked her face from most everyone.

She wore a dark wash pair of skinny jeans, tucked into the bottom of her slip on shoes. Looking down there was not an inch of skin that showed. The same would go for her arms. She wore a simple baby blue shirt, with sleeves that covered her hands completely. The fabric was light and stretchy, and she clearly took advantage of that stretching out the sleeves to cover her hands. But unbeknown to her, by stretching the fabric as much as she did, her wrists and arms were just as valuable as her bare skin. It was a dumb move, but it was just so hot out today, and her gloves were not helping the matter. Her hair also had to be down covering whatever was left of her exposed shoulders. But still she kept her head pointed at her feet looking down. Her cheeks were still very red, burning hot, she almost wondered if her skin would burn. But she knew better than to think that.

She pulled her arms up each hand still wrapped in the tightly pulled fabric, to hold onto the single strap of her backpack. Her arms were tucked in close, making her as small as she could get as she walked. She had no idea where she was going or what she was doing, she was just walking. She did not care about the people around her, her arms were protects. Someone even bumped her a little but nothing had happened, they caught her upper arm, where the fabric help tight. Though the bump did cause her to become more aware of her surroundings. She still walked her head help up a little higher. But when her head rose up she saw that she was in the stadium. What the heck was she doing in here, she has never ever been in here before. So why would she go now. She was standing right in the middle of the track unaware of what was coming up fast behind her.

Tatiana looked a little bit confused. Why would her feet come here? Tatiana turned on her heels to leave, go back to where she came from but before she could land back flat on her feet, she let out a loud gasp. She could not understand what happened. She was no longer in the stadium. She was in an ally way..... It was late at night, cold.. dark. She hugged herself to try and keep warm. She could see her breath. There were two males there playing a game of darts. They looked pretty happy, though the youngest one looked a little wary. Tatiana sniffled a little, as Jacob threw a dart right in the middle of the board. The board was had lights surround it, but that was pretty much all you could see in the dark.

The Michigan falls were always cold, but with such little. Before she could finish her thought, she felt herself break into nothing. She was air really. Kunais, Jason's(the youngest boys) brother walked through her. She soon became solid. So she was going to see a death now was she. Jason's back was turned Jacob talking loudly to cover the steps from Kunais. But Tatiana could not hear any sound, all she herd was the heart beat from Jason. Kunais pulled out a kinfe, one she has never seen before a Kunais. He handed it to Jacob.

The dart flew in the air and hit the board pretty close to dead on, She could hear the dart hit the wall with a thud, then she felt it. She tried to close her eyes, but the vision followed her. Jacob stabbed the young man, and Tatiana could fell it too, right in the back. She screamed with the boy, falling to the ground when he did. Jason begged for help, she could see how he wished death would come, just end it, take the pain away. And she found herself wishing the same thing. Each stab, the pain grew more and more, her eyes filled with tears, as a hooded black figure glided down the ally towards the men. The pain would end soon. She knew what that was. IT always came to stop the pain!

The figure bent down and lifted a sliver water looking substance from the boy bleeding on the ground. She could hear the knife hitting the youngest male right in the back, causing his spine to break clear in half. It was the wound that would kill him. At least his pain had ended, hers was still there. She felt a great pressure on her, and the pain was not only in her back anymore. Though the stab wounds hurt more than anything, still the back of her head stung... her eyes got blurry. Things got began to get red, the older boys still stabbing the young man who had been greeted by death himself. She felt a red hot burning in her chest, deep deep down. Her arms moved to hold herself, hold herself together. If she let go, she would surly just fall apart, be nothing.

The two men looked up, looked right at her, but she knew they could not see her. No matter how hard she tried to be seen, she never was, never herd never anything. It was like watching a movie, a very very real movie. With a gasp she opened her eyes, she was back in an area she knew, her arms were clutching her chest, but she did not remember moving them. She was on the hot track floor. She was off in another land when this young man landed on top of her so she was not yet aware of that pain. Not aware of the pain from the fall. she was still trying to deal with being stabbed so many times. Her eyes were opened wide shocked, and filling fast with tears, it clouded her vision, made things look a little red. For she did not have normal tear's she had special tears. The tears held a great healing ability, but the did not fall often. Usually her normal tears would fall, even if her eyes clouded with the red tears, the clear ones fell most often. She could see it, smell how sweet they were. But why were the coming now? Maybe it was the heart ache from killing a family member. Maybe it was the pain... who knew.

She was pretty much scared out of her mind, but was it really enough to cause her red blood tears to fall? She had no idea but she did not have time to think about it. She had only just come back to reality. The long painful minutes she spend in that other would, had only lasted as long as the fall in this one. She was still getting used to be being back into her own skin. Her breath was moving heavy, hard and fast, she was hyperventilating, clearly very upset. She was starting to feel the pain from the actual fall, and the pressure from the young man, the very same young man she just saw, only he was much younger now. But he had landed on her. If that was not shocking enough as it was, throw in the death, and the fall, and you got confused. A shinning white count down shone above his head. 7 years, 88days, 4 hours, 19 minutes and 10 seconds to live. That was all he had left, 7 years and some odd days. In 7 years his brothers would kill him. If she told him, his future would surly change. But to tell him would be doing him a favor, he might get a chance to die a more peaceful death. But her mind would not let her think about this much longer.

Tatiana rolled over, wiggling her way from under him. She was still breathing as if she had been running for days. Her breaths shallow, she was needed to calm down before she passed out from the panic attack she was having. Her mind was unable to process everything that happened and it shut down. She pulled her knees to her chest her hands flew over her face covering them, her tears began to fall, as she tried desperately to gain her breath back. The red still clouded her eyes, the sweet smell catching her nose, yet what tears were falling? They had to be normal tears, but what did it matter. Her eyes were clouded with a red film, her body hurt all over, her chest and back hurt from where the young man was stabbed she could still feel the pain each time her heart beat. And still... she has yet to process the boy that had fallen on her, Jason was his name. Her only real image of him was his last minutes alive, his eyes, the fear, the pain, how she felt it too, she was there with him even if he did not know it. She was there, knowing what he was going though. Only she would have to live with the memory of it. He would be taken from it.

She just needed a moment to compose herself. This was pretty much normal for her. She is usually like this when she just touches someone when she's not expecting it. But to land on the floor too. This was new even for her. No one has ever knocked her from her feet before. Once she got her breath back she would be alright. She just needed a second.

[jason jonathan lerman]

The fall seemed to take a few minutes to Jason. They always did to him he had met other kids that were blind, but no one described falling as slow motion like him. He couldn't see anything after a few seconds and he knew he was off the ground. He felt absolutely miserable before hand, now he had probably just injured a girl. What was wrong with him!??!?!?! He landed with an oof, rolling off the girl. sitting up, he waited for her to move around other than clutching herself. He sighed feeling absolutely horrible.

When he saw her eyes fill with her special tears, he thought horrible of himself. If he hadn't put his feet directly on the ground he wouldn't have seen it but he had. "Oh my god, are you okay? I'm so sorry, i didn't mean to.didn't see you... Well, actually i don't see anyone but i can still tell where they are pretty much. I didn't pay attention please don't cry?" He didn't go into detail, that wasn't important at the moment.

He knew it was his fault she had started crying, there was no other explanation. He realized her breaths, and was shocked a little. "Hey, Your alright. From what i can tell your fine. I didn't mean to fall on you. And i really didn't mean to hurt you so bad after the fall started. I swear, this is all my fault." He sighed and shook his head looking directly down at the ground. He was such an idiot at times.

When he realized she was having what his mom explained to him as a panic attack his eyes widened slightly. "Calm down, your alright. No one tried to hurt you, i was just an idiot and ran into you." He wasn't the best at calming people down, or not calling himself names sometimes. Which was fine he got used to it, calling himself them didn't hurt anymore. Especially if he deserved them.

He decided that if she hadn't calmed down by now, maybe she needed to be left alone. He sat chest to knee's trying to keep tears going down the side of his face. He couldn't help but feel the silence was awkward. He should have been apologizing, and he knew it. He sighed taking a deep breath himself. "I'm sorry. I'm Jason, i guess its nice to meet you just wish i hadn't knocked you over. I really feel bad about that, anything i can do to make it up to you?" He asked feeling really bad, blaming himself for making her cry.

Of course its your fault, you idiot. He yelled at himself in his head. A magical unicorn didn't come out of no where and insult her! Stupid stupid stupid stupid! the thought ran through his mind over and over. If he had just payed attention no one would be sitting here upset, Jason would still be upset over getting beaten up but he wouldn't be sitting here trying to calm someone he didn't know down. She wouldn't have to be calmed down if it wasn't for his idiocy.

[tatiana kathrine kovex]

Jasons words were not a comfort to her. If anything the made him feel worse about everything. He seemed like a really nice guy, yet how could one so sweet die... in .... no she could not think about it. Things would only get worse if she let herself remember what she saw. No she needed to try an forget. As much as she knew that would never happen she would at least need to try. She had to at least try and do that much. But she knew when her head was on her nice cool pillow, and her eyes began to shut, she knew what she would see. She would once again relive the horror. Relive his last moments. If she was lucky she might even get to see some 'old friends' see their deaths too, that was always fun. The nightmares would never stop coming. And this last vision would be quite the prize to her collection. Sure she has seen things worse, but when they were nice, or family, it was harder to watch. She gets to see her mothers death every few days, now that's fun. Seeing as there is nothing her mother can do to console her, seeing as it will happen. It's just a matter of time.

But all Tatiana could manage to do was shake her head no. Her one hand stayed over her face trying to hide it from him. She did not know he was blind and could not see her, if she knew she might have taken her hand away from her face. She just did not want to let anyone see her cry. Everything went quiet for a moment. For a second she though he might have left, but no he sat there waiting for her. She needed that time to get her mind back together. With a few more sniffles and some shaky breathing she had managed to stop the tears from falling. Though her breath was not yet normal, it was better than it had been. Her vision was mainly clear, but her eyes were puffy and a little blood shot, a normal occurrence for her after she cries. But it was still just as embarrassing.

He spoke again, and she just shook her head. Not sure if she trusted her voice enough to speak yet. She knew it would betray her. But she had to say something before the boy's numbers got cut short. She had long forgotten about holding the sleeves to her shirt over her hands, it clearly did not work. So with some shaky hands she pulled her backpack around to in front of her. It was lucky that she did not land on her backpack and break anything. It was only over the one shoulder so in the fall it flew off, but manged to stay on her arm. With a shaky hand she opened it. Removing her hand from her face she used them in her search. After a minute she was able to pull out a small pair of leather gloves, they too were baby blue, though she had them in just about every color. But today was baby blue day, and she of course had to match.

She slipped on the gloves, still sniffling and trying to keep her breath somewhat even. Her bag got closed and she began to make sure her jeans were still tucked nice and tight into her shoes. A rather odd fashion, but a necessary one. "I-I" She said her voice shaken, weak and small, but it was better than she might have expected. "I was not looking. It was my fault really. I was just" She began to say, but she honestly did not know what she was doing. Nor could she remember how any of it happened. She did not even know how they fell, or if it was her fault. She just knew that before they feel he had touched her. Where, she did not know or care... but he had.

"I'm sorry." She said whipping her face with her gloved hands. The tears were clear, just normal ones, but the fact that her blood tears where present freaked her out a little. It could not have been that bad. Once she was sure there were no tears left, only the clear stain of where they once were, making a small trail down her face. Than could she reach behind her. She touched as far middle as she could, but everything felt okay to her. She pulled back her hand, there was no blood, and she could not feel a hole in her shirt. So she was alright. Even know she knew physically she could never be hurt in her visions, she always checked... it felt so real, the heat from the knife cutting her skin. She could feel it, everything about it, in slow motion. Yet no mark. It was still creepy.

With a small sigh she mustered up the courage to look of at the man. He was a few years younger, and he looked a hell of a lot happier. She offered him the very smallest of smiles. "Are you hurt?" She asked, though by the number over his head, she did not seem to think so. If he was hurt the number would have bounced down a little. But he seemed just fine. After looking at the number above his head for a moment she had to look away. Watching the seconds count down like that, it was almost painful for her. If she had not seen his death she would not have cared all that much. She understood people die, some have to die young. But to see it, feel it that was a different story. She just had to figure out if she could... or should tell him what she saw. Than again how do you tell someone they have 7 years and counting to live, and their brothers will be the cause of his death. It just... she'd sound crazy. No wonder she did not make friends often.

[jason jonathan lerman]

Jason shook his head she had no reason to be sorry. If he hadn't just stopped watching where he was going he would have seen her. "No, I stopped watching where i was going. I was too busy reliving memories that's why i ran into you, I'm the one that should be sorry." He had been stupid enough to let himself lose track of what he was doing in his memories. He could feel a few tears still on his cheeks, but they stopped coming out of his eyes.

Jason shook his head no, he felt fine. "I'm fine, are you hurt? Sorry for being so stupid not paying attention to what I was doing. I'm really stupid at times. If you couldn't tell, I'm blind by the way." He said the last part calmly. He was used to telling people by now. He wouldn't have said anything if his eyes probably weren't blank. He felt like such a jerk, even if he had only bumped into someone. He thought worse of himself than the kids that attacked him for no reason.


He sat up eyes completely blank not concentrating on one thing at all. He closed his eyes, upset with himself "What can i do to make it up to you? Just name it, and I'll do my best." He nodded knowing he would keep his word if possible. He felt way too bad to just not do anything now. He made her cry, whether he liked it or not he would force himself into trying to help her.

He sighed standing up. He held his hand out to help her up, it was the least he could do after knocking her over. "Sorry, bout that. I need to pay better attention to what I'm doing. I just wasn't thinking straight." He was never really thinking straight. He was always coming up with stupid ideas, which he didn't mind of course but it was annoying trying to get a good idea sometimes.

[tatiana kathrine kovex]

She just shook her head. She could say it was her fault all she wanted, but he was not going to believe her. She could see that now. There was no point to yell her point, to tell him how it was her fault, how she pretty much made him run into her by stopping randomly, and in the middle of a track too. But there would be no use, they would only go around in circles, and that would get both annoying and pretty much dumb. So all she could think to do was shake her head. No it was not her fault but she would say nothing more on the matter. She knew in her heart it was her fault, she tried to say she was sorry, but he would not listen. She did the very best she could. No one could blame her for trying. Sure she gave up, but she saw the truth in the matter anyway.

She nodded to his comment. Well he was alright that was good. "No I'm not really... hurt..." She said kind of in an iffy tone. "No blood no foul." She said with a shrug. There was no blood that she could tell, so everything was alright. Sure she would have to live with his death for the rest of her life, but there was no way around that. So what did he expect... he did not know the pain he truly caused her but she was not about to just tell him. It would only make him feel bad, and her feel worse.. so why even bother. She would tell him about the vision if he wished, but she'd leave out the part... well the part where she feels everything he does when he dies. But the rest he should really know.

She cocked her head to the side... did he say he was blind... Well than it really was her fault. "Oh." Was all she could really think to say. "I'm sorry." She added for good measure. He was blind, she needed to move out of the way for him. It's not like he could see or anything... Than again he acted like he could see... but still. His eyes did not work, she could not blame him for running into her. Fact of the matter, he was blind, he could not see, it was her fault by default. That's how it worked. But she already knew that, so nothing really changed in her mind. Running into a blind man... if the other students knew, god the teasing would never end.

"There nothing.." She started to say shaking her head not knowing how to finish it. Make it up to her? Nothing was broken, everything was still intact... no blood, nothing... There really was no one around that she could see, who could have seen the fall. What... how? How can you make up something when there is nothing there to make up for. She was just confused... she was not sure why he hated himself so much. Sure she bullied herself a lot... but if she did not know any better she might have thought him suicidal. It would have been better if he offed himself... not that offing anyone was a good option... but it was better than the death he had now.

She let out a little sigh as he stood up. She pushed her backpack fully on to her back, before looking at his outstretched hand. She pulled her gloves on more, making sure they would not fall off. Than again she had already touched him so the pain would be over... There would be no danger, his clock was still ticking the same. But she did not want to take the chance... you just never know. Some peoples death change more than her mother changes shoes in the morning... and she tried counting once... it never worked.

After a moment of checking to make sure all skin was covered she took his hand and pulled herself up, with his help. "Thanks." She said in a bit of a whisper, not sure if a thanks was going to set him off again. She was sad enough without having to hear his self hatred. "Um." She said dusting herself off the best she could. "My name is Tatiana... I'm a sophomore here..." She said in hopes of keeping the conversation light... care free even... and as far away from depressing as she could manage. She still had a bunch of feelings she knew she'd have to deal with.. but it would have to wait until all her roommates went to bed. Than could she deal with all this crap that was put on her shoulders.