ERICA
Everything was frozen and just below me was the water surrounding the whole place. I was standing on them and walking. The whole place felt refreshing and nice. I stopped when I found a weapon floating in midair twirling around. It looked like a pitchfork, a Poseidon, a powerful weapon belonging to the Greek god of the sea. It was calling me.
I reach my hand to touch the weapon but instead, the trident just gradually flowed into my hand disappearing into the ring. All my senses become sharper and I felt powerful like I could do the impossible thing possible. I breathe putting my hand out shatter!
This icy place began to shake like there was an earthquake happening, but I know all of this was happening actually from me. I was the one creating the tremble in the water. I was the one who was creating the raging winds. I was the one who was in control of the temperature within this place with a single breath. The image of this shattered into thousands of glass pieces.
I smile. I was in love with this power. I was obsessed I wanted to use and destroy everything in my path. Darkness enclosed into this place and in the middle stands a girl beautiful and tall in my height. She turned to look at me. Her ice cold eyes struck me. They looked exactly like mine.
She was wearing a white robe and her white hair was cut into a boy's hair cut. She looks exactly like me, but her eyes showed a little bit of sadness like she had lost something precious to her. She was hurting.
She was screaming but it couldn't be heard. She was screaming at me but I couldn't make out the words. I looked towards my back and realized she wasn't just screaming at me. She was screaming at another image of me but with red eyes holding onto a weird icy sword beheading someone.
I didn't understand any of this until the blood splattered onto the ground and onto my clothes. The time seems to have stopped and the head just fell off its body bouncing off and rolling up to me. My eyes followed it, and when it touched my leg. I could only scream in horror. I recognized this blonde hair, these eyes, her round face, they belonged to someone I know, someone I truly care about, someone whom I loved dearly. My shaky hands wanted to reach for the head, but soon I stopped myself refusing to believe that any of this was real.
My heart throbbed with each beat I could feel that my heart was trying to break out of my chest. I fell down and screamed in pain. I could literally feel that I was in hell. I was breathing for air, but each time I do I suffocate more. The pain was consuming me, they were eating me up, and the only thing that I could do was scream.
This is your fault, Erica. You should've loved me.
I pulled my knee into my chest, curling myself into a ball as I continued to mutter one sentence, one guilt, and at my own big sin.
Forgive me, Camila. Forgive me!
"AHHH," I bolted upward and I regretted it. The pain laced up in my head and I groaned. The world just turned for a second before I plopped back to bed closed my eyes to rest. A worried hand slipped up to my chest.
"Erica," a tired yet sleepy voice said beside me. I put my hand to hers and folded it onto hers tightly.
"I'm fine, Fay." I lied. I was still feeling empty after that dream. I felt numb.
"Hmm.. ok." I open my eyes looking towards her. I scoot next to her pulling her to my body so I could find warmth to find peace, but I knew I wasn't fine. Something about the dream gives me the creeps. I know I am being superstitious, but something about a girl's voice in my dream scares me.
"Erica," she mumbled. "Are you really fine? You're acting weird."
"I'm ok," I whispered.
Everything is going to be fine.