Viola's Revenge

Nightmares

I woke up to find that I was laying in Ellen's bed. Bright pink, red, yellow, and orange flowers surrounded the bed. "Black cat?" I called out. Before I could say it again, the cat appeared. I didn't know he could do that. "You fell asleep." He said curtly. I needed answers. "How did you carry me here?" I questioned. The cat looked at me, and then answered. "I used a spell?" He said in a "duh" tone. But I had one more Important question. "When are we going to fight Ellen? I said suddenly.
The cat looked like he knew I'd ask. "Tomorrow." He said, not looking up. I looked at him with a questioning look, but nodded. "Dinner will be here shortly." He then walked off.
Wow, he seemed bored. Which he usually isn't. He is usually playing tricks and- maybe I'm overthinking it. I looked up to see the headless chef walk in. He was holding a plate with pasta, and a drink in the other hand. I thanked him and he left. Was it actually possible to regain my body? Maybe I could just live like this. In this body... I finished the pasta, and the drink and plate disappeared. Not surprised. I pulled the warm silky covers up to my freezing body, and I slowly fell into a deep sleep.

"Father?" I looked around at the darkness as it slowly showed my house. I walked until I saw him. "Father!" I cried. He didn't notice me, and he kept talking to whoever he was talking to. "Viola, where are you going?" He questioned. I gasped as I realised this was the past. I was only a spectator. He was talking to me, past me. This is what cost me my body and life. This. If only I listened to him... but how was I here? I watched as past me went to the mirror. I was brushing my hair. I missed that. I looked at the mirror, admiring the jewels. Past me kept brushing my hair. A gasp escaped my lips as the mirror cracked and a evilly smiling Ellen replaced my reflection. I dropped to the ground crying.

I woke up sobbing. The cat ran in. "What's wrong?" He asked. Realisation spread over his face. "A nightmare?" He asked. I only nodded. He opened his mouth to speak, but he quickly closed it. He seemed so much different than yesterday... i finally calmed down. "I think it was a nightmare, but it seemed so real." I said. The cat sighed. "Dreams tell you of what you are unaware of." He said. Just as he closed his mouth, he walked off, leaving me to think about what he had said. He was right.

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