The missing Princesses

Soleil -Harlow

For as long as I can remember I was not allowed to go outside alone. My mom and dad said it was dangerous. I do not think that that was the actual reason why I could not go outside, I think it was because they were afraid of my powers.

 Once upon a time, when was very young I was in my bed and suddenly My stuffed animals flew off the shelf and onto my bed, where I hugged into my chest.

 Apparently, I had a nightmare and my subconscious deduced me to reach for my stuffed animals. The noise had somehow awoken my parents and the next morning, they gave me a pair of tightly wrapped gloves and told me, never to do that again because the consequences could be deadly. 

I used to have a governess, who taught me everything I needed according to my parents. Sometimes I accidentally made turned her into a rabbit. I thought it was hilarious. The best of everything, she did not remember a single thing of being a rabbit. 

The past couple of months I have had some really weird dreams. I was dreaming of a little girl laying an in the crib and her mom took her up and into her arms, but I could not see the mothers face. The little girl lived in a strange and foreign country with pastel forest , funny animals and a royal castle. Today the dream was different, today it was not the mother's body or hidden face, but a man all dressed in black, his hair was dyed pink. 

Jeg woke, sitting up with a gasp. Jeg turned the lights on and took my hobby paint that was sitting on the desk and started to paint my wall. I painted strange forests, mountains, funny birds and unicorns. One symbol reappeared over and over in my dreams and my walls. It looked at a lantern, a sun-like a lantern. 

I was about done when my brother stepped in my room. His tanned skin glowed in the sun, from my window. When he saw what I had done to the walls, he paled so he looked like a   ghost, turned around and ran out of the door. 

I shook my head and went over to the window, to let the wind in. The sun streamed in and light the room up. I heard his large big footsteps going down these stairs. A couple of minutes later I heard again up the stairs, this time heavier. It had to be my dad. He came hounding up the stairs and almost broke down the door as he burst into my room. 

"What the hell are you doing !!!???" He screamed at me. Jeg stepped back frightened., my dad had never spoken to me like that before. "No-no th-th-hing" I stutter. 

He turned back around and stormed off the room. Jeg sneaked and silently walked to the door, so I  could hear him punch numbers on his phone and I saw him take his phone out of his pocket. 

"Hallo, it is Hansen. The painting company? " 

"Yes, hello I would like to hire you to paint a room, right now.  It is possible tp come here today and start right away."? 

"If anyone lives in the room ?" 

He looked back at me and gave me such a cold glare that I froze for a minute. It was a look that could be used to cold. 

I exhaled and my breath came out in cold smoke and there on windows there were winter snowflakes despite it being warm and summer outside. 

I did not understand any of this. Who was his man ?. He did not act normally act like this. He did not seem like my dad anymore. I  shot the door. I walked like a zombie back to my room and shut the door to my bedroom and went looking for my diary. In it I had recorded all of those dreams in my dream diary. 

If strangers such as the painters, my father would hire  would to look in my room and paint it over with boring paint, I nedded to hide my treasures. Espeaclliy now that my father was so strange about evreything here. 

I broke up my floorboards where I had, In secret put all of my precius belongings. The stuffed animals I once had made fly, my books where I read all about magic and a piece of wood that should be my wand. I put my dream journal down  undeneath the floorboards and put the flooboards over again. In the next moment my father  barged in my room with a hard face. I was awainting in fear over waht would happen next.