Author's Note: As I've previously stated, I do not own Jackson, Lisa, or anything/anyone related to the film Red Eye by Wes Craven. The idea for this story popped into my head one night while I was trying to sleep. I have no idea where it came from, but I couldn't ignore it. I had to write it. Please read and review; I live for feedback!

Yours truly,

Chelsey Nova

Previously posted under cheLs0890

P.S. Will Jamison is merely a figment of my imagination, as is the mystery child.

Crossroad

"When you're standing at a crossroad

There's a choice you've gotta make"

- Carrie Underwood "Starts with Goodbye"

She was chasing after the child again.

She wasn't quite sure how it happened, or why it was happening. All she knew was that this time, she would catch the child.

Lisa had been lying in the middle of nowhere; at least, nowhere that she recognized. Her body felt pleasantly weightless and lucid, as though she were in between the stages of sleep, where she was concious of the moving world around her, yet uncaring to respond to its desperate call. She was sprawled out upon the mossy carpet of a vast, green meadow and sweet-smelling tufts of lilacs and baby's breath gently cradled her head. A protective, cottony mist blanketed her, and wistfully swirled around her heavy limbs. The soft whistles of a nearby bird calling to its mate rang through Lisa's ears and a slow smile spread across her lips. The warm scent of life and earth drifted into her nose, and she sighed contentedly.

She never wanted to leave this peaceful place.

Just as Lisa was thinking that there was nowhere else she would rather be, an abrupt vibration shook the earth beneath her, and she pushed herself off of the soft ground with her hands. The vibration stopped. Lisa shielded her eyes from the bright sunshine with her hand and gazed all around. Sensing no other life but her own, she laid her head down on the pillow of flowers once more and closed her eyes.

Whoosh!

A sudden gust of cool air tickled the left side of Lisa's body and she shot off of the ground more quickly than she ever thought she'd been capable of. Lisa's green eyes sought out the source of the startling breeze and quickly latched onto a small, fading form donned in a blue dress a few feet ahead.

The creature couldn't have been more than three feet tall, and was quite petite in its structure. A bright blue ribbon was loosely tied in the child's long, brown hair until a burst of wind ripped it away and sent it flying past Lisa's face. The faint smell of lavender lingered where the young child had breezed past her only seconds before.

It was her.

A rose-tinted vision, the lavender-scented dream.

Yes, the hazy smell of lavender caused Lisa to become familiar with the young girl.

She always smelled of lavender.

Lisa's feet took on a life of their own and suddenly sent her barreling after the little girl. Lisa could feel the warm grass breathing rhythmically beneath her bare feet as she ambled after the little elfin girl. The airy sound of the little child's laugh echoed throughout the meadow and the melody reached out its delicate hand and gave Lisa's heart a gentle squeeze.

Encouraged by the sweet song of the youth's voice, Lisa's athletic legs began to cover the ground more quickly, closing in on the space left between her and the little mystic girl.

It was not long before Lisa was right behind the little girl. The scent of lavender was overwhelming, lightly tingling her nose until she no was no longer breathing in oxygen. Just that scent. That sweet, delectable perfume of innocence and enigma.

The young girl's hair, freed from its satiny blue restraints, flew all around the girl, like a brown, rippling waterfall that cascaded to the middle of her back. Lisa's hand reached out and touched a few of the chocolatey brown wisps, and she smiled at their softness on her fingertips. Lisa's hand stretched out even further until it rested on the delicate firmness of the young girl's shoulder. The girl giggled mirthfully at the contact and playfully began to pick up speed. It seemed she liked to be chased.

But Lisa had been chasing her for far too long.

She wanted to hold her, to caress her hair.

She wanted to see her face.

Lisa's legs pumped wildly beneath her and she reached out, grabbing the girl by her shoulders. They fell to the ground with a soft thud, a giggling heap of soft flesh and feminine marvel. Lisa's laughter subsided as the realization of the situation hit her with full force.

She had caught the girl.

The girl was lying on her stomach, and her hair was a messy, chestnut mane that obscured her face from Lisa's vision. Lisa sat up and pulled the little girl into her lap. She rolled her onto her back and tenderly pushed the hair away from her face. The child's laughter immediately ceased and she covered her face with her small hands.

Lisa chuckled warmly. "Come on, now. I would like to see your face."

Beneath her hands, the little girl solemnly shook her head.

Lisa persisted. "Pretty please?" she whispered.

Slowly, the child's hands slid off of her face. Lisa pushed the remaining hair out of the way and gazed at her.

Lisa screamed.

The child had no face.

A whitish blob, a blank canvas was all that existed underneath that beautiful waterfall of hair. There were no eyes, no nose, no light pink cheeks nor a rosebud mouth.

All Lisa could see was a creamy, white globe surrounded by velvety curtains of chocolate hair.

The child had no face.

Lisa Reisert awoke to the sound of her labored breathing, and to the hot tears that were sliding down her sweat-slicked face. She was trembling; the dream had seemed far too real this time, too close for comfort.

What in the hell had that all been about, anyway?

Fearing the answer to that question, Lisa pulled the cotton duvet more tightly around her, and she hugged the material close to her neck. She desperately prayed for oblivion to reach her, but she found that every time she closed her eyes to sleep, flashes of the white, faceless mass flitted through her mind, and left her quivering in their wake.

This is not normal.

After several failed attempts at sleep, Lisa, defeated, sat up in the double bed. Her body was still sheened in a curtain of sweat, and her auburn hair was damp against the nape of her neck. Blood roared in Lisa's ears, and her heart throbbed painfully, unforgivingly in her chest. A sharp twinge in her stomach sent her lurching forward, almost causing her to dive off of the bed. She cried out at the intense pain and the sleeping form next to her jerked awake.

"Lisa," Will rasped out as he drowsily sat up beside her in their bed, "are you all right?"

Lisa began to nod her head, and then another stab of pain seared through her abdomen.

Hot bile rose in her throat, and she put a shaking hand to her dry mouth.

She was going to be sick.

Lisa flung the covers off of herself and lunged off the bed and into the adjoining bathroom, where she emptied the contents of her stomach into the white porcelain bowl.

Once the trembling had subsided, Lisa rested her damp forehead against the cool surface of the bowl. She quietly began to cry and could barely make out Will's silhouette standing in the door way through her tears. He was saying something to her, possibly murmuring words of comfort and concern to her. Lisa really didn't know.

Another stab of pain.

Will bent down next to her and pulled her hair away from her face as she relieved herself once again. He lovingly stroked her hair, and Lisa closed her eyes, comforted by his touch, but not completely allowing it to soothe her. Horrible thoughts of two adulterous, entwined bodies, soft cries of "This is wrong," and white, faceless pulps plagued Lisa and left her a shuddering, sobbing mess.

Something is wrong.

A/N: So, what did you guys think? I'll have Chapter 2 up soon! Hope you liked!