The Gifted

Dreaming The Impossible

Where am I? I asked myself. What is this place? I stood in the middle of a small urban house. I'm definingly not at the base anymore. In the corner of the room was a tall pine tree, a Christmas tree. It was decorated with pinks and blues and gold bubals while colourful tinsel wrapped around it. Behind me a fire was crackling in the fire place while four red Christmas socks hung above. I walked up to the socks and red the names that were printed in red glitter on the front. Mum. Dad. Tiffany and- I gasped. Rose?! I stumbled back. Where am I? Suddenly these two kids came running into the room.

"Daddy!" One called. "Daddy, Mummy! Come on!"

"Yeah hurry up you slow pocks!" The other cried.

A couple strolled into the room and laughed. They were the same couple from my charm necklace. They walk into the room, arms linked around each others. The father sat on the chair while the mother sat on him. They both seemed so in love.

"Mummy, can I open mine yet?" The oldest child asked. She had blonde hair and sky-blue eyes. Her hair was draping over her aqua green pyjamas.

"Sure, sweet heart." The mother replied.

"Yay!" The child cheered and started to tear apart the wrapping paper. The youngest child approached her mother and father and rested her head on her mother's knee.

"What about me, Mamma?" The little girl asked. She wore pink pyjamas and she looked about four maybe five.

Her mother smiled and brushed her strawberry blonde hair out of the child's face. "Of course, you can, my child." The little girl smiled and ran for the Christmas tree.

"Tiffany." The father called out. The oldest daughter turned around to face her father. "Can you help your sister open her presents?"

"Yeah!" She smiled and sat next to her little sister.

The image changed, I was still in the same place, the same room, but everything seemed different. It wasn't just because all the Christmas decorations were down, it sort of felt like all the happiness was drained from the room. Like all the colour faded from the walls and all the laughter died into nothingness. It seemed to be two years from that Christmas day. I don't know how I know that, but I just do. The mother tip toed in and got out a piece of paper. She started to write. I walked up to her to get a closer look at what she is writing. It said...

Dear my beautiful family,

I'm so sorry that you have to read my final words on this piece of paper, but I had no choice. I couldn't see myself to tell you face to face what I have done. I have to leave. I'm not sure when I'll be coming back or if I will, but I want you to know that I love you and that I was never a bad person. That if you find out what I did then don't hate me for it, what I did was only for the protection of you, my family. Tiffany, I want you to grow up to be a strong confident women that always want to protect the ones you love and Rose, my dear Rose, I want you to become a kind heart person who always thinks of other before yourself. I want you two to become the people I could never be. My dear husband, my love, I love you more then you could ever know. Goodbye my family.

Love, Mummy xx

The women dropped her pen and started to weep. I wanted to hug and comfort her, but I wasn't really there, I was just a ghost. The women wiped away her tears and walked into the middle of the room. "I am ready." She spoke. Out of nowhere, a black shadow appeared. The black shadow drifted towards the mother and the mother closed her eyes to prepare for what is going to happen. The shadow sucked itself down her throat and the women fell to the grown. Her eyes turned fully black and the women smiled. She rose back up and disappeared into a cloud of smoke. Not long after, the father walked in.

"Lily?" He called out. With no answer he turned to the letter that was left on the table. He picked it up and started to read it. In his eyes I could see that he was hurt, confused and angry. Once he was finished reading the letter he screamed in pain. He tor up the letter and throw the pieces into the bin. He fell to the ground screaming and crying. The oldest daughter walked in to see her father on the floor.

"Dad?" She asked. "Are you okay?"

The father turned around to his now nine-year-old daughter and wiped his tears away. "Yes, baby girl, I'm fine." He lied.

"Where's Mum?" She asked.

The father stood up, walked over to his daughter and looked her into the eyes. "Your mother is going on a business trip and will be gone for a while." He lied again.

"How long will she be gone for?"

The father stood back up and pick up his child and placed her on his shoulders. "Let's not talk about Mum right now, Tiff."

Tiffany nodded and smiled. The image changed once again this time I was standing outside in the backyard where I heard screaming.

"You lied to me!" Tiffany screamed at her father. "You said mum was on a business trip but she isn't, isn't she?!"

Her father stepped forward and took a deep breath. "I only told you what I wanted you to know at that time, Tiffany. You weren't ready to understand yet."

"So, you lied to not only me but to Rose!" Tiffany yelled.

"Rose is still too young to know!" The father admitted.

"So, what you're just going to let her believe that mum is coming home? She isn't! Mum left us! She packed up her bags and left without even saying a goodbye or even writing us a letter!"

Wait? So, the father didn't tell them about the letter? I asked myself.

"Is mummy not coming back home?" A voice called out from behind me. I turned around to see seven-year-old Rose standing there crying while cuddling her little toy doll.

"Rose." Her father muttered.

"Tell me!" The little girl ordered.

"Okay," The father sighed. He walked up to her and bent down to look her in the eyes. "Mummy isn't coming back home."

"N-N-Never." The child stumbled, trying not to cry. Her father nodded. She dropped her toy and bear hugged him and started weeping in his shoulder. Tiffany came over and cuddled in and wept with them. This is horrible, I thought to myself. How can a mother abandon her family like that and what was up with that black shadow that took over the mother? Once again, the image faded. This time I was standing on the top of a mountain. The air was cold and still, and the night sky made it hard to see these two people standing on top of the mountain right in front of me.

"Is it ready?" One of them ask, by the sounds of her voice, she sounded like a female.

"Almost my queen." The other said. His voice was cold and dark.

"Almost?" The queen asked the dark figure.

"We are well on our way to be completed, all we need now is to cast the forbidden spell and the beast will live again."

"Good." The queen smirked. "Once the Beast returns to life, then I will witness the death of hundreds." She laughed. "How exiting."

"My queen." A voice cried out behind me.

The queen turned around. "What is it?" She ordered.

"It is almost time my queen. The Kings are leaving the restaurant now and will be on Johnathan Road any minuet now." The henchmen informed.

The queen gave an evil smirk. "Good." She turned to the dark figure that stood beside her. "If the spell has not been translated by the time you get back." She wrapped her fingered around his throat and lifted him up to her face. "Then I'll personally make sure that your blood will be spilled, and your body will be fed to the hounds." She throw him about five meters away. The queen suddenly jumped up into the sky and stated running for Johnathan Road. The road where my life ended. I woke up screaming and crying.

"Rose?" Tiffany called, walking up to me. "Are you okay?" She asked.

"I think I just had a dream about our childhood."