For years I have carried the guilt of my grandfathers death. If I had told Momma, Daddy, Nana or even Papa himself about the shadow that I was seeing around him or the bad that I felt coming from him that night when I touched him. Then maybe Papa would have lived. When I first began to have the Premonitions of Matt’s death and when I realized that it was the same as what I saw and felt with Papa that night it scared me more than anything has since Papa left. The weekend that this all began I really thought it was my punishment for letting Papa die I thought that I was in some kind of Purgatory. Now Purgatory or even Hell would seem like a picnic in a park. With all Matt and I have been through in these months trying to stay together, Matt is the love of my life, my soul mate, my angelic prince; he’s my breathe, my oxygen and my every heartbeat, but I sit here waiting to become a fifteen year old widow, though our parents have never acknowledged our marriage. If I don’t fight my fears of Daddy’s reaction and do what the voices have told me and the dreams have shown me then Matt will die violently and painfully. If Matt dies it is my fault just as it was with Papa.