Chapter 11: The Bat That Cried Willow
Willow's heart jumped as she heard her sister scream bloody murder. Willow stood quickly, "Sapphire! What's wrong? Sapphire!" Willow looked over to see Sapphire was lying on the floor.
From behind, a door opened. Not soon after, the fan light filled the room. Willow rubbed her eyes as they tried to adjust.
Shadow was the first to walk in. "What's going on in here?"
"Willow broke my arm!" Sapphire shouted. "Look at it!" She held her arm up to reveal that it was perfectly fine.
Flint came from behind Shadow. "Um… Sapphire."
Sapphire then pointed with her 'good arm'. "She did this because..." She went over to the closet and moved the picture of Dash and herself. "I took her book."
"My book!" Willow whimpered. She was taken back. The words she spoke were not her own.
"Sapphire why would you do that?" Flint said.
"No, no! She's crazy! She talks to herself through her writing!" She climbed over her bed with the book and walked over to Shadow and Flint. "Look…Look!" She flipped through the pages of the book. "See?" She showed them.
"Sapphire… Those are just diary pages."
"She was interrogating me! Both of them were!"
"Who?" both Flint and Shadow questioned.
She dropped the book on the bed. "Willow! There was two of her!"
"Sapphire. " Shadow began, "We are going to take you to the hospital. You hit your head a little too hard when you fell out of bed."
Her mouth dropped, "NO! I'm not crazy! She is!"
Shadow picked up Sapphire, who was kicking and screaming, and walked out of the room. Flint followed Shadow and his sister. Willow quickly grabbed her book, put her boots on, and went after them.
"What happened in there?" Flint asked.
Willow just shrugged. "I have no idea. She must have had a bad dream."
"Probably feeling guilty that she took your book." They both stopped as Shadow carried Sapphire out of the house.
"Oh my!" A new voice entered. "What happened?"
Flint answered. "Dad's taking Sapphire to the hospital, she fell and hit her head."
"I better go. Watch the house, will you Willow?"
"Of course."
"Alright. Come on Flint, let's go."
Willow then watched Rouge and Flint leave. She was all alone. She then roamed the house. Until she came across an unfamiliar room. She entered it. The room was freshly painted a light, mint blue.
She turned to come face to face with herself. Willow looked at herself for a long time. She noticed that it was a large mirror. Willow walked over to the mirror and placed her hand on up against it.
"Boo!" Her reflection said.
Willow, eyes opened wide, stumbled backward. "H-Hallow?"
Her reflection placed her hands on her hips. "Who else? Nice job out there! You're a lying professional. "
"Earlier," Completely dodging her compliment. "In Sapphire's room, did you… make me talk?"
"Yes… but only to make it more convincing. Why?"
"Well," Willow said as she stood, "It felt strange."
"Sorry about that." Hallow apologized. "I like your new room. Very pretty."
Willow turned around to observe her room. Her bed sheets were black with white swirls along with a black desk and dresser. " Yea, my parents did a good job."
A loud knock filled the house. Willow slowly peaked her head out her door. Suddenly another knock came. Willow then skated though the halls to the front door. That must be the family. She thought happily.
She opened the door to see Dash on the other side. "Is everything alright? I just saw Sapphire being carried off in an ambulance. "
"She just bumped her head a little too hard."
"Oh, I see. Can I come in? It's freezing." He rubbed his arms.
"Yea, sure." As he came in she closed the door. He then took off his muddy shoes then plopped himself on the couch. "So," Willow began. "What's new?" Willow walked over and sat on the couch next to Dash.
"I talked to the creators of the game, and they said they would publish the game in a few days. How about you?"
"I got a freshly painted bedroom. I real like it, actually."
Dash shot up from the couch. "Where is your bedroom?" He asked as he looked over to her.
"I'll race you to it!"
"Hey! But I don't…" He began but she already started to skate away. "… know where it is." He mumbled to himself. Running in his socks, Dash caught up with Willow. While going around corners he would almost hit the walls, seeing that socks have no traction.
Willow began to skate backwards "You're really slow today!" She then smoothly turned around, directly turning right, down another hallway. Dash followed. When he headed down the hall, he quickly stopped. He couldn't see Willow. "Over here Pinky!"
"Oh, Will's you're going to get it!" he then ran down after her. Dash had grown on the name 'Pinky'. He thought it was cute that Willow would flirt like that with him. She never said his nickname around his friends or family, only when they were alone.
Willow then stopped in front of her bedroom. She turned to see Dash running after her. As he tried to stop, he skidded right into Willow. She, thankfully, caught him. "Gotcha!"
"It would have been funnier if we both fell, you know."
Willow covered her giggles. "Oh, stop it."
"Oh, wow. Your room is pretty."
"Yea, I'm surprised," Willow blushed. "they knew my favorite color was blue."
"Really now?" Dash said as he sat on her bed.
"Hmmmhmm." Willow nodded.
Dash patted to the right of himself on the bed, signaling Willow to sit next to him. She sat down. Dash cleared his throat. "So, how did Sapphire bump her head?"
Willow's heart sank, why would he want to bring her up? She thought. Maybe there's nothing for him to say.
Or maybe he still like's her…
Willow looked over to her mirror. Hallow, sitting next to Dash, shook her head in disgust. What if he still liked her and Willow was just a friend. "She, umm, fell off her bed. She said I broke her arm…"
"She must have had a bad dream, because I can't see you doing such a thing."
She smiled at the remark, but deep inside, she did help with 'breaking' Sapphire's arm. She leaned back, and she is resting her hands against the bed cover, thoughts passing through her head. Is this what Hallow was talking about earlier concerning that dreams do have laws and if they weren't followed they would get messy? This situation would be considered the messiest by far.
Dash turned and placed his hand over Willow's. She quickly pulled away, blushing. He then placed a hand under her chin and brought her in slowly.
His lips felt like rose petals. She opened her eyes and looked over to see Hallow, leaning her head up against the wall, rolling her eyes, just waiting for this moment to be over.
Just as Willow was going to pull away, she heard a car door slam.