The two of them seemed somewhat calmed until voices were heard. My father straighten up and glanced in the direction of a door, even though that part of the vision was even more blurred, but still somewhat visible for me. I was confused, I didn't know what I was looking at. He said the name.. He said Amelia and looked down at the baby.. The same one he called his daughter. My throat was dry.. My heart was thumping. I was not feeling fear, but I felt this unbelievable anxiety. Confusion.. My lips kept parting in shock, in surprise, and the pressure spread from my chest and up my lungs, my head.. Like I was pushing back tears even though I didn't feel like crying. How was this vision keeping my feelings so real? When a loud bang was heard, I felt myself jump, but it was still echoing the same way their voices were, and I knew it was a part of that vision. And then another one was heard.. My body jumped again. I just didn't seem to blink. My eyes just twitched in reflex from the noise, but I didn't blink. Almost as if I was trying to take in every second of this twisted past.. I was paralyzed on my spot. Just frowning and observing from some distance that I could not cross. It was like a nightmare where I tried reaching out for something, but it just moved away. I tried speaking, but I had no voice.. It was like the spell had me hypnotized. Both of them were now on their feet, taking a few steps away from the door. "Go," My father told her, but the woman just looked at him with tears in her eyes. "Jessica, go!" And with that she took a few steps backwards, looked at the door with nothing but fear, yet when she looked back at him there was nothing but some promising. My breaths were sharpening.. I still had no idea what I was witnessing.. But it was clearing out.. The woman turned around and left, and the image blurred and blurred even more. The bangs muted, and the voices and shouts seemed to fade along.. The darkness started crawling at the corners of my eyes and the only thing that I could make out in my mind was Amelia. Amelia was the baby that the woman was holding. And my father called her his daughter. Which didn't make her a random relative. It made her a first blood relative.. My heart skipped a hollow beat the same way it did before the vision started. A loud crash interrupted my thoughts and my eyes snapped open. Were they closed the whole time? Was it all in my head? I was where I was before.. Standing beside them. In the room were they started the spell.. But all I registered at that point was a yell, and glass falling all over the room. The window was crashed but I was unable to move. I still had trouble completely snapping back to this reality after what I just saw. After what was just put in my head.. It was a moment of that sudden full awareness, yet with that slight over doze it turned your head into a complete blur, and I lost track of reality at that point. My lips parted in order to speak, but the words were unwilling to take a fight.. I just heard myself saying one name. "Christian," And with that questionable tone in my voice, I was almost interrupted by another crash in that same exact moment, loud yet so muted in my ears. I turned, but so much slower than usual, unable to snap out of that sudden trance chaining my thoughts. I saw that picture in front of me, and I heard Christian's voice calling out for me, but my mind was refusing to register anything but that shock that left me nearly numb. It was that kind of quickness in all the actions around me that went by in seconds, like a flash.. Nothing to be done about it.. Especially not when my mind was screaming with that longing to be released from the words I heard just seconds ago, yet my body refused to listen.. Perhaps I didn't want to accept it.. Something refused to let it sink in. I remember taking a small step backwards, watching how everyone was doing something in order to stop that sudden chaos.. I could feel the glass crunching underneath my shoes.. The window broken, the attackers already inside, and my brain still had trouble processing what was going on. I eyes searched for Amelia and I saw her on the other side of the room, glancing at me the same second. There was that same shock in her eyes.. Same confusion.. It only proved me that she must've seen the same thing as me. It was seconds.. Only seconds since everything flashed in front of me. Until I felt a harsh grip against my forearm, and my body was swung on the side. I thought I would crash on the floor, and in that moment my mind came to some sense.. It was almost as if I was numb till then.. Christian was the one that pulled me in the side. I just simply felt a burning sharp pain on the side of my other arm, and I realized it was from a piece from the now broken dresser.. It would've stabbed through my skin right underneath my elbow if I wasn't pulled on the side. But thankfully it was just a pretty deep scratch. It all ended fast, like it was a joke, or my mind just played games with me.. But like someone had snapped their fingers to stop, and everything was just left crashed and broken around. Someone had attacked, and I wasn't sure if they had the time to finish the spell on time.. However, the ones that attacked managed to interrupt. Either way, whoever just crashed inside had done their job and left so quickly that I wasn't even aware it had happened. The only proof were the muted voices and noises I heard while it happened, the crashed window and a few other things, and the large cut on my forearm. Christian was still holding my other arm, simply keeping me in place when I decided to look up.. I glanced at him, and I knew exactly how questionable the look in my eyes was, because even though we were all taken by surprise, the things tonight came one after another for me, and the shock in one moment made my heart stop and then simply continuing with a rapid beat.. Followed by a few repeats. And there were still the visions struggling to get processed in my head.. It just had me confused and lost in the exact spot. My eyelids felt slightly heavy.. I blinked.. And my stomach was a little nauseous. I glanced towards Christian's other hand, just covered in blood that wasn't even his. But I wasn't exactly in the mood to ask whose heart he just ripped out. And I don't think I could even if I wanted to. Again, I looked up at him.. Blinked.. Looked back at his hand.. "Lana," I heard his voice, and my eyes focused back up on his, but they moved fast, filled with some kind of worry and dread as he scanned my face, then the rest of me until I felt him take a hold of my hand to have a look at the cut on my arm. I couldn't follow up. My eyelids were still heavy.. And my head started feeling dizzy.. I slowly blinked again, trying to ignore the nauseousness in my stomach.. It wasn't going away. People would think it was the picture of blood that made me sick, but that wasn't it. It was something sudden and heavy.. And I was still dizzy.. And with each blink, my eyes kept closing up on me. My heartbeat slowed down and I heard myself starting to breathe more rhythmically. The last thing I recall doing was looking up at Christian, hearing a bunch of things and a "Are you alright?" before that darkness crept from the corners of my eyes and my mind went completely blank. I lost my senses within seconds, and my body went numb. I know that the last time I blinked, my brain shut off, and I passed out.