Transformation, the beginning

Drawings, 44

"Are you saying it's someone else's scar that appears on her body?" Says Jason's father looking lost int thoughts, just like Jason always looks.

A shiver goes down my spine.

Jake speaks up, "Who could he belong to? It must be someone who is close to Cira."

It can't be my family or friends. They have never been in contact with a wolf.

Aiden now turns to me."Okay, this didn't happen naturally. Maybe we are thinking wrong. Cira do you remember something else. A letter you ever received, a weird person you met, a dream, a thought, a photo, just anything that might be weird."

I start thinking, going through all my memories. I would remember a person. I would have saved a letter. 

Jason looks at me. "Cira, you remember when you told me about your dream. When you explained why you are afraid of dogs."

I do, those dogs were big and ready to attack. I hated that dream, that was the first nightmare I head.

"That weren't dogs ... but wolves," I state. How haven't I thought of that before?

 Jason nods keeping his eyes on me. "Did they catch you in the dream?" 

'No, I woke up before they could." I feel everyone's eyes on us. 

Jack straightens his back and sits up, "Okay, maybe there were more things like that." 

I think again, looking at my clothes, just looking for something. I look down at my hands again and see my bag on the ground. I really feel like drawing now, just relaxing. My drawings are actually pretty weird. I always draw without knowing what it will be. Wolves in the forest chasing people. I open my bag and take out my sketch pad.

"My drawings," I say and give it to Jason. He looks up a slight frown on his face and opens the pad. While he looks at it, I tell the others what I'm trying to say.

"When I draw I never know what I'm drawing. It's like my subconscious tells me what to draw and I just see what it's supposed to be when it's done." Jason looks amazed at the drawing of the werewolves in the forest. He gives the sketch pad to his father. Everyone looks curiously at what is happening. 

Jason's father is browsing through the pages. "These aren't drawings, these images are from people's lives and not your life." He says.

Not my life but the life of the other Vinis. Jason's father holds the sketch pad so that everyone can see it. 

Then everything falls into place. I start talking out loud telling them everything that goes through my mind.

"The first Vini lived around 1550. She discovered she was a Vini when she was 10 years old. She saw a group of boys transform into werewolves. The pack tried to kill her, but it didn't work, because they couldn't hurt her. She escaped with one of the pack members. They were hiding in the woods, in a cave. When they found the girl, they had poisoned her and she died." I say and point at the drawing of the wolves in the forest. They all looked angry at the girl like they are gonna attack her, except for one of them. That one looked angry at the other wolves. The wolf was the one she escaped with.

 Everyone looks at me and listens carefully. 

"I think that was my dream.'' 

Jack keeps browsing through the pages. The one of the classrooms is shown now.

Jason looks back at me. ''That was her classroom and, the wolf she escaped with.''

I nod at him. ''And the one of the cave is where they were hiding,''