Screams.
Unbearable screams.
The crack of a whip.
A girl.
The white rose with red blood stains.
All too much. Im running but in vain. I go nowhere. And the faster I run the father they seem. I watch helplessly. The girl kneels at the foot of a dark shadow. They are only silouets. I watch and I cry and I scream. But she is helpless.
Then I feel the hand. I feel her soft hand with long elegant fingers. I grasp it. And yet my hand slips through the cold air. I reach out in vain. I cannot cross the endless sea. I have no boat. I still see her shadow. But not her face. Not her clothes.
A voice like silk travels through the air. The girls words a faint whisper.
"How will we ever get out of this Labyrinth of suffering?"
My screams are not there. Not tonight. Instead I hit the cold floor hard. It hurts. I lie there for a bit, face down. My blankets drapped over me. But I dont care. The same nightmare has happened on a solid 3 year occasion. And by that I mean its been every day for the past three years.
Tonight though is the first time Ive woken up gasping for air. Choking on blood. My hands are wet with the smell of saltwater and the ocean. My throat feels scratchy and for a second I panic that I might throw up.
Ragged breaths and panting fill the silence of the night. Well its really four am already. So instead of going back to bed i open my window beside my bed. With extreme cation, I climb out onto the large roof of the shed. It shows me a perfect view of the night sky and the road of our neighborhood.
Its large enough for a full sized blanket and maybe two people. But thats about it. My feet almost hang off the giant slope downward. A few times I was worried that I might fall off but those fears quickly disappeared. I found myself up here on more than one nightmare of a night.
Tonight I watch as a sleek car moves through the night. A black hearse. And out steps a girl. A breathtakingly beautiful girl. She runs a hand through a mane of hair. She wears a varsiety style jacket and capris camo print pants.
My heart almost stops. I dont think I have ever seen someone so beautiful. But what she pulls next really does make my heart stop.
She looks around her for a second. Then a figure comes out slowly. I recongize the person. Its Camila Cabello from my history class. Along with gym. Shes a cute little girl who wears bows. At one point I almost started dating her and almost kissed her but something lit up in her eyes. I saw a flame of red and Ive avoided her since.
Countless times shes tried getting me alone. What a creep. But after a few months she got over it and we became friends.
"What have you done to her?" Hissed the girl with wild hair.
Camila smirked. "Shes long gone now. Your too late Alexanders Daughter."
"Child of Hades." The girl sneered. "You lie. Where is she?"
"Its too late." Camila repeated.
"Cassandras Daughter is alive. And it doesnt matter to me who you are. You lie. You have five seconds before death. I suggest you say what you know."
"Oh, the Stars Child is alive. But shes far too stupid to do you any good. In fact Im nit sure why you would protect her. That silly woman will die. And her daughter will grieve. Dont bring her into this."
A blade flashed and Camilas throat puked blood. The girl held a short sword in her hand. A pattern of flames and stars danced across the blade of iron. Camila fell to the ground with a hiss.
"It doesnt matter who you try to be. You will always be Alexanders Daughter."
The girl ripped open Camilas chest with her blade in anger. Furiously beating her over and over and over with the blade. I gasped at the sight. I should call the police. But Im frozen in terror, watching the girl stain her hands in blood.
When she takes a step back Camila is gone. Not a drop of blood in the road. The girl looks around and for a second she catches my eyes with hers. Then she takes off running toward the Eden Manor.
