The day it all began.

It was breath taking.

I don't know if I am even alive.

I cant feel my face.

I cant move.

I am so cold.

...

I should start from the start, this is when my life began, I was seven years old when I noticed my um should I say gift. 

I was out side with my mother Penny and my younger sister Courtney. It was 1903 and it was a misty cold morning.

We were on the patio, eating breakfast, fresh bread from the poor bakery down the road and good old home made strawberry jam my mother made earlier that week. My sister and I where stuffing our faces.

"Calm down you two, you have all morning to eat." my mother suggested.

"Okay mother" My little sister Courtney answered. 

Courtney was five, she had long blonde hair reaching down to her bum, she has sweet purely  blue eyes and she has a pale, soft face.

My mother on the other hand has short black hair that is cut up to her shoulders, she is very kind and is caring to even the rude. She is the mostly helpful and caring person I have ever met. She has the same eyes as Courtney. She has a beautiful welcoming face.

My father had blonde hair that's how Courtney has blonde hair.

I have brown hair like my mother.

As I was saying, after my sister and I finished eating we ran around the garden.

We live in a small house but its huge to me, it has three rooms, the kitchen is down starts around the corner to the lounge and the living room where the stairs are located up to our rooms. Outside the Kitchen we have a patio, with a small table in the left corner where we mainly eat. 

We have a huge backyard, mother loves gardening, the yard is filled with gorgeous stunning flowers in different  shapes and colours.

My favourite are the white roses, there are a huge bush of them.

There is a tall apple tree that has been sitting in the middle of the yard for years now. My favorite thing to do is climb up there and read. I love to climb as high as I can and just sit there smelling the soft smell of the flowers and the fresh apples up high in the tree.

I have read all the books in my house I have started to read them again. It gets sorta boring my house hold. My mother is usually cleaning or working. She is a maid at the really rich peoples house to get money for us to have food and pay rent.

Back to Courtney and I running around. We where playing tag and Courtney was it, she was chasing me around the yard, I started running around the apple tree. She followed which I knew she would as she hated being it and she looked angry and annoyed.

With her behind on tail I could feel her steps behind my back.

Circles and circles around the huge apple tree over and over again.

I was running our of breath.

I ran out of our circles and ran past the tree, still Courtney was on my tail.

The next thing I know I was heading for the white rose bush, covered in thorns.

My mother was still on the patio watching us be as silly as we could, she laughed at the fact that we were chasing each other around the tree. But the minute I was running for the bush her smile turned to a face of tera.

I screamed as load as I could as I tripped tumbling in to the sharp ends of the bush.

I opened my eyes.

I didn't feel the pain of what I though would be thorns in my body.

I looked up.

I saw the bright blue sky and the fluffy clouds that pasted.

In different shapes every day.

I turned over, I was lying on the ground.

I was lying on pure dirt.

Where did the bush go? I thought to my self.

I sat up slowly, my head was spinning, I looked over to the apple tree just across from me. Courtney. Courtney was just standing there her arm spread our in the air ready to catch something. One tear was frozen stuck to her soft white cheek. One of her legs were behind her up from the ground up in a running pose. Her mouth was drop dead open.

"What, Courtney" I yelled. Sitting up from the ground, running over to my frozen sister. 

"C-c-c- Courtney...." I spoke with soft gentle words, tears running down my face at the sight of my own little sister frozen in time.

The bush, I thought.

I quickly turned around facing where the bush stood.

It was gone.

The white rose bush was gone.

In thin air, PUFF, just like that it was gone.

Where the rose bush stood was now just dirt, brown ugly dirt.

You could now see the white fence that stood behind the white rose bush, leading to the neighbors house.

Mother, popped  in to my mind.

I spun around facing the patio.

My mother was standing there frozen just like Courtney, leaning on the very edge of the fence on the patio. One hand reaching out to the bush and the other over her mouth as tears fell down her face. Tears were frozen flying in the air just under mothers face after they had fallen from her cheeks. 

And that brings me to now. A lost 17 year old, with no thought of what is happening in the world around her. My life is to complex.

I have some sort of gift, that i figured out when i was seven, my life wont let me die. Every time i am about to die, my life pauses and i am stuck. i don't know what to do. I don't know how to control it, can i control it. Sometimes it just happens when i'm not even about to die. The only way to bring me back is to wait it out.

Everything gets frozen in time, but me. 

After i wait it, it sets me back, 5 minutes before i am about to die. 

Everything goes black then everything rewinds.

then when i was seven i waited when time was frozen i sat with my back up agents the apple tree. I start to cry, i sobbed in my hands. After a while everything then went black and started to rewind and the i was running around the apple tree again with Courtney still on my tail. I stopped running i froze trying to compress everything that just happened. Courtney wasn't looked and bumped in to me as she ran around the other end of the tree. We both fell to the ground. She was lying on top of me.

"Oww..." Courtney said rubbing her head and sitting up.

I sat up with the help of Courtney's hand,

"Are you okay" She asked politely.

The secound i stood up and saw her face that wasnt frozen anymore i jumped at her sweeping my arms around her.

She stood still comfused the she rapped her arms around me patting me gently 

"Really, Bella, are you okay?" her soft words spoke 

I looked her in the eyes "Yea yea i am okay, just so happy to see you"

"Okay...." She answered weirdly 

I let go of Courtney and ran back around the tree to see mother.

She was sitting on the patio drinking tea laughing. 

"Mother!" I yelled as i run up the patio throwing my self at her with a huge.

She placed her tea on the small table and gave me a huge back. As i snuggled my head on her shoulder  i felt warm and safe.  

So yea, that's how it all started, now it happens at least 5 times a month. And i don't know what's wrong with me.

And now i am 17 and don't know what has happened to me.

I still live i the same house  as i did when i was 7, and i am in high school now.

I don't have many friends as people think i am crazy. I go to Breton high school, its a poor and dull school. There aren't many kids here because i live in such a tiny town. I am never happy at school, my school is lonely and boring. My school is small and not wealthy, it is a grey lonely school. it is just around the corner to my house. I walk to school every morning and ever afternoon. Mother packs my bag for school every morning when i get ready and get do my hair. School is on Monday to Friday, school starts at 8 and ends at 2:30, they let us out early to make sure we go home and do our chores and help our mother's with dinner. Every Sunday we go to church, i didn't believe in god before the rose bush disappeared but i do now. Every Sunday when we go to church i pray to god to give me some answers for what is wrong with me, but i have never gotten an answer.

    Wednesday 11th of July 1913

No school today, its the holidays. I am currently 17 and i am in year 11. Penny is now 15 she is in year 9, we go to the same high school.

This morning was cold and misty, i was lying in my bed it was around 7 am. I didn't want to face the cold from out of my bed, i was secure under my thin blankets. Finally i convinced my self to get out of bed and to go make breakfast for mother and Penny. I stood up pulling the blankets of me. I placed my feet  on the wooden icy planks. As i stood my robe fell of from my thighs and down to my ankles, not really making it any warmer. I pasted Penny's room. I slowly opened the wooden old door. Opening up to her room. She had a a polished tall dressing table stood in the corner of her room. A shiny old mirror was placed on top. Her room was tiny and misty. Her bed was placed against the wall. There was a widow hanging over her bed. It was swigged open, her curtains where moving in the wind. 

A big lump was in the blankets, all i could see was her brown hair sitting softly on her pillow. While the rest of her body was under the blankets. She was facing the wall.