We are packing our things with a heavy heart. After what happened in the dance we were rushed outside and the police were called. The faculty was questioned, as well as the students. No one had seen a thing. The police suggested that it was best for the students to go home, even though, we were supposed to do that anyway.My room is silent. There is a heavy cloud of sorrow and guilt hanging on top of us. Not even Magnus's power can change our heavy heart. I can't stop thinking that all of it is
The couch doesn't warm me up as it did at three in the morning. I sit with my hands on my lap waiting for my mom to say something. After our silent breakfast, Crystal went up to my room. My mom wanted to talk. So we've been like this for a couple of minutes now. I haven't said a word and neither has she. I don't go inside her mind, or speak telepathically, that's what started this awkward silence. I glance at her, and she's looking at me blankly. It's more like she is looking through me like she is in a faraway memory."W-When
Snow's falling. I sit quietly on my bed. It's early; there is no sound outside. There's no sound inside. Why there's no sound outside? Oh, right, it's Christmas. I sit up in bed. Has my mom bought me something? I can't remember the last time I ran down the stairs to the big tree. I grab my robe and run downstairs. I feel like a little girl again when I see a couple of presents under the tree. I sit beside the tree and start to unwrap my gifts. I have new clothes, new books, - vampire drama- that's not that fantastical and unreal anymore- shoes, among other things. My mom really knows me well. My smile goes from ear to ear.
After Christmas, everything turns quiet. My mom goes around the house in her usual routine. Cleaning, washing clothes, making dinner, working on her cases. She's a hard-working woman. I help with what I can. Doing the dishes, having my room clean, helping with the laundry. I have never liked being still. I guess I do take after her. The days move slowly. I spend my time helping in the house and in my room. I curl on the bed with my new books, my MacBook, and my cellphone. I text the guys now and then. Penelope is stubbornly wanting to do a New Year's Eve party. I don't know if I'm up to it. After the last party we were, well let's just say, it wasn't the best up to a point.
I glance one last time in the mirror. I don't look that bad. High and curled ponytail, dark jeans, a cute red and gold blouse, and some black platforms. Dressed to go party. I trot downstairs and find mom in her study."What you think?" I twirl for her. She smiles at me warmly.
Back to school again. To rushes, last-minute assignments, and not studying enough for a test. Back to seeing him again and being profoundly disturbed. I'm good with Chris now. I hope that doesn't change when I see him.Mom drops me off on the main gates of the academy. She hugs me tight, knowing that everything has changed since the last time I was here. I don't want to let go. This past weeks at home reminded me how normal I was. How normal I want to be again. Of course, this aside from Megan's
My bed is so warm. I haven't had a nice restful sleep in a while. Dreams about William have been hunting me night after night for some time now. Dreams about him and me happily together, about him and me suffering together, about him killing me. I shrug the memory of those dreams away and stir in my bed. There's a knock at the door."Come in," I say in a raspy voice.
The wood's dark and steady surroundings oppress my chest. I'm here. The same forest, the same night, the same uneasy feeling. Fear. Now that I know who is waiting for me, who is chasing me, the fear and confusion invade my lungs. I think I can hear him in the distance. His steps, his body. Him. The nightgown clings to my cold shivering body. I glance at my feet. There is white, untouched snow beneath them. I start walking from where the sounds come from. I'm aware of my footsteps. I don't want to let him now I'm here. Closer. Closer. There is someone else. He's not alone and he isn't chasing me. I can't see him, but I sure do feel him. His body. His imposing presence. William. I hear him whispering. Talking to someone I can't see or feel. My