Slowly blinking her emerald green eyes she stared up at the ceiling high above, questions rushing through her head.
Who was that little girl?
Who was that man?
What was going on?
Her mind raced with these questions as the pounding of her heart slowed to normal.
This nightmare haunted her often, more on snowy days that others. But now, they had been occurring more and more now that her sixteenth birthday was approaching.
Rose sat up slowly, moving the thick black curtains from her bedside window, gazing out onto the midnight scenery.
Contrasting with the black of the night was a peaceful blanket of freshly fallen snow, Little specks of white fluttered down from the endless black, adding on in layers. Something about the snow sent a chill down her spine. It made her want to return the curtains and hide under the thick blankets. It scared her.
Maybe it was her dreams, these horrible visions that woke her from her slumber often. This nightmare would always start the same way. A small frightened child running through the snow. And in turn, it would always end the same way. the man's cold eyes and his evil words that made your breath stop short.
She shuddered at the thought, wrapping her arms around herself for comfort.
Oh how I wish to see the end.
Returning the curtains, Rose lay back in bed, her eyelids gliding shut as she drifted off to sleep once more.