My Dear Valentina

Dreams

Her dreams were always full of mirrors, like a dance studio, but everything was dark. When ever she looked around she would find the people she loved trapped in those mirrors looking sorrowful. Peter, her older brother, wearing his olympic boxing uniform, Mama, Papa, the victims of the plane crash, and the worst of all the girl that started it all, Natasya. She had the limber figure of a dancer, just like Valentina, but she had dark hair, deep, dark eyes, she was a few inches taller, and she was wearing the last thing Valentina ever saw in, a white, bloodstained, coat, the coat Valentina had gave her.

She wanted to scream but she couldn't, then the sound of her brothers voice wavered in the air. "It's all your fault." it was hollow but it still stabbed her. His mirror shattered and his voice grew louder, echoing throughout the empty dark room. Her parents were next they spoke in unison, in a melodic way, "It's all your fault." their mirror shattered. Next, were a chorus of tortured voices of the plane victims, "It's all your fault." she wanted to cry but she couldn't. Valentina stared into the mirror that trapped Natasha. Her voice was full of hatred when she spoke, "I regret everything, I thought I loved you and I thought you loved me but why didn't you save me? Why didn't you try to save me?!" she screamed the last sentence. Valentina wanted to speak but her throat was caught by the knots of her vocal chords. "Did you ever love me?! I was your friend! I knew everything there was to know about you! I loved you!" then she stopped yelling and looked at the dreamy figure of Valentina, she spoke as if she were sobbing, "Did you ever love me? Why didn't you save me?"

Natasya's mirror crashed to the ground, shattered, into dust. The voice's echos were so loud that Valentina thought that her ears were dripping blood.

Valentina woke up then dripping in her sweat and crying. Every morning was like this, she'd wake up from her nightmare, pooled in sweat and gushing tears.

She waltzed into the bathroom and looked at the broken woman that stood before her. Hurt green eyes, hooked nose, narrow cheeks, thin lips, a used to be champion. Her face concave and sunken looking older than she actually was.

Today was the day she would be the day she would be seeing Miss Rosalina Parker. The young starlet that was going to be "the next big thing". It was going to be frustrating, only a few years ago she was in that position.