What's wrong with Winter

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It has been a few days since Winter had that dream, where she and one of her ancestors Esme Lockwood met when there was a storm.  It's a been a few days since it was revealed that Esme owned the ancient book and it was her who wrote on the wall of the basement.


Buster's P.O.V:

It has been a few days since Winter and I had read the writing on the wall of the basement, but ever since then Winter has been different, more closed off, not talking as much, locking herself up in her room as soon as she gets home from school. 

"I need to find out what's up with Winter," I whisper to myself as I get up from the couch and walk towards her room.  I stop in my tracks when I get in front of her bedroom door. 


I can hear her crying ever so slightly, but not that much because she playing hard rock music on her stereo.  

"That's it.  That does it," I think to myself, instead of kicking the door down I just focus on the lock underneath the door knob and it unlocks.  I quickly grab the door knob and barge into Winter's room, I see her laying there on her bed.


She was crying.

"Oh My Damn God," I think to myself as I rush over to her, this is the first time that she has cried in about 3-4 years, she was always the tough one in the family, it was me that was a tad bit more emotional than her even though I am a dude.

"What's wrong with Winter?" I ask her softly trying to be cute and make her smile but it doesn't work.

"Winter, what the damn hell is wrong with you?" I say a bit louder.  Winter moves so that she is sitting up, so that she can look at me better.  After a minute or two Winters breaks down and tells me what's wrong.


So it's safe to say that I know all about the dream that involved Esme, and Winter being told that she can't change her own fate and stop herself from being the dark one.  But I refuse to accept that, I will not accept that under any circumstance, ever.

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