I'm trying to get him out of the ice, but it's frozen over. A man in black is standing behind me. He's talking to me.
"Come with me Nova, he's not going to survive. The ice is too thick."
I swipe at him. He makes me angry. An idea comes to me, but I have no choice.
"Can you break the ice?" I ask.
He looks bewildered for a minute. Then he smiles and holds out his hand. His eyes glow with anticipation.
"Of course I can sweetheart. But all you have do is lend me your power."
Should I let him use my power? Will it break the ice? I have to try. I put my hand in his and he helps me up.
"You're just like your mother. Trusting the wrong people."
After he says that I start to feel like spiders are crawling up my body. I try to pull from his grasp but my legs won't move. NO! NO! NO! IT CAN'T END LIKE THIS! i HAVE TO SAVE HIM!
I HAVE TO SAVE HIM! I HAVE To..
NOoooo! I sit up on my bed and look around. Nobody's here. I lay back down and absorb what I just saw. I don't know why but these nightmares are more frequent than usual. I shake my head. Maybe I need to meditate.
I climb out of bed and put on some sweats, and walk towards my bay window. I move around my books 'till I'm comfortable. I sit with my back straight and close my eyes. The ice... I open my eyes and rub my neck. I need to relax. I close my eyes again and concentrate. I have to save him... I jump up and grab a notebook.
Drawing always made me feel better. I sit back down and start to draw the tree outside. Soon I lose my myself in thought and look at my notebook. It's a distorted figure in ice. I rip it out and through it in the garbage. I start to draw again, but of animals. I look down to find I drew a pair of eyes. They are not kind eyes. They seem to bore into your mind.
I throw that in the garbage with the previous one. I draw one more time to see if I can stop doing what ever it is, I'm doing. I look out the window to see the roses in the neighbors garden. I always loved roses. Especially the white roses. They always seem to make me think that they are pure. When I think about this I draw on the paper. On the paper I drew a small lake or it is a dark figure with their hand outstretched. In the corner is a smaller hand reached for it.
I take the picture and pin it on my wall. I keep doing this until I run out of paper. I pin all of the drawings on the wall. Some form a larger picture, some are just seem random. I check the time. It's 2:00. Jamie will be off of school in a little bit, I better get dressed.
