After the the hospital Fawn was sent to her Aunt Suzies, Uncle Toms, and little Amy who was 3 years old. Fawns necklace still wouldn't come off after years of trying. Its four years later and Fawn grows up from her five year old self and is now 9 years old. Scar is still in her coma and is supposed to be 15 tommorow.
Fawn POV
~~~~In dream~~~~~
I see Scar and she looks older. I haven't seen her since that night, I barely remember her. Scar is just standing there, looking at me with pitch black eyes. Her necklace is glowing bright in the darkness. Suddenly Scars face turns completely white, blood starts dripping from her face onto the dark cold floor. I scream a high pitched scream until my throat is completley dry and I can hardly breath. Wet tears are slowly running down my face as I pound my fists on a nearby wall. Large pillars of rock burst up from the ground and surround Scar getting closer ans closer around her until she is crushed. I watch my sister fade away in the darkness, not able to run or save her, just watch her disappear until she is never seen again. I am alone and so is she.
~~~~In relality~~~~
I wake up on my fluffy carpeted floor. It was just a dream, the same repetitive dream I have every night. I get up and hobble to my bed half asleep. Then suddenly stop in my tracks. Then my legs start moving me downstairs. Am I sleepwalking again? No I seems like I am awake. I can't stop myself no matter how hard I try. I watch as my hand reaches for my bedroom door and flings it open. My legs make me stumble downstairs and take a sharp turn torwards the door that would take me too the cold night air. My hand stretchs out to the metal doorknob as I sprint to the door. I finally manage to break out of my trance a little so I could scream a high pitched screech. I feel myself touch the doorknob and twist it. I am crying when I slam the door against the outside wall, my face is hot and is probably red and puffy too. I feel the ice cold when the winter breeze fills the the house and pinches my skin. I step outside then hear alarms blaring on and off and loud stomping footsteps running downstairs. Before I feel my foot touch the ground again I feel myself being picked up and carried into a warm room.
"Her eyes are open, is she awake?" I hear someone say.
"If she was awake she wouldn't look like this!" I hear someone scream.
Who is talking? What is happening?
"Did Fawn sleepwalk again. Is she okay?" I hear a small, sweet voice say softly. I know who this is. It's my small 3 year old cousin, Amy. She has always been there for me even though she doesn't really understand.
I snap my head up and look around. My sight becomes less blurry and I am able to see where I am. My uncle is holding me staring at me wide eyed, My aunt is next to him crying and stroking my cheek, and Amy is sitting on the stairs clutching her blankey in her hand, staring at me with big blue eyes.
"What....happened?" I choke out.
My uncle put me down the counter and spoke.
"You were sleepwalking again."
"No she wasn't, we saw her eyes open....SHE'S LYING!' My aunt yelled out.
I curled up on the countertop. This is usually when they start fighting, they scream at each other for hours until they get tired. I snap my eyes shut waiting for the ear peircing screams to erupt in my ears, but they don't. I slowly open my eyes and see everyone in the room staring at me.
"Are you okay?" My uncle asked.
"It was scary" I mumbled.
"Why was it so scary?" My aunt said acting bratty.
