A dark voice comes out of nowhere “Come here, I can help you, just come with me, my angel of music.” The face of the voice appears in the mirror in front of me. An man, pale as snow with eyes as dark as a moon less sky and a white mask, covering half his face. The grin on his face sends shivers through my whole body. I’m so scared my body is rattling, telling me to run, but I can’t. I’m stuck fixated on those dark eyes. My feet start to walk towards him. In a trance. I know this man, he’s the one whose come to me every night in my dreams. But that was only a voice. The man I see in this mirror right now frightens me, but for some reason Im drawn to him. He was the one who made me what I am today. I don’t have a choice though. My feet have decided for me. The mirror opens and I see him in his full, surrounded by white light. He grabs my hand forcefully but not painfully so. His hand is cold as ice and the shock makes me gasp. Then he drags me into the light. “Now sing to me my angel,” he says, and the mirror closes….

I was having a great day, really truly. I had gotten a 99 on my science test, and I sat with my friends at lunch, and I even started reading this new book that I was really enjoying…. But then I got home. Sisters can be very aggravating.

My little sister is like the demons dog. She’s smelly and grungy and never, ev-er, washes. Every day she finds new ways to set me off. Yesterday I got home and she had been in my room with her friend and they were going through all my products. I mean seriously who does that, they’re 9. And worst of all my mom a-l-w-a-y-s is on her side. For example, when my little sister wants to use my clothes I say no because she’s going to trash them but then my mom thinks I’m the horrible boogie monster who never shares and eats children for breakfast. (Ok maybe not the breakfast part.)

Another reason is that she always insists on being with me. She always wants to be in my room and in my space and in my stuff. She’ll come in after school and want me to go outside and play in the mud or something with her, but I cant. I’m always busy and when I’m I have homework to do. But no I have to go play outside with my little sister.It’s like an un endless torture session.

So yeah that’s why… ” Omg Clara get out of my room, I’m trying to write something!” For goodness sakes. Sorry about that, lets get back to the point. Sisters can be seriously… “Clara I said get out.” Ugh. Aggravating.

The white four- walled room seems to be closing in more every second. The tight fabric wrapped around my mouth is hot with sweat and perspiration. The rope binding my wrists to the cold pole stings as it cuts into my flesh with even the slightest movements. The lower part of my body has gone numb from hours of sitting on the hard stone floor stained with a crimson in splatters. Memories flash back in my head;

The rough hand gripping me, the black van, the doors slamming as I get pulled away, somewhere where no one knows where I am.
I’m all alone, so desperately alone. A cold sweat spreads over me as a single tear rolls down my cheek.

Crack! A bright flower emerges from the encase meant of the never ending cold. The snow starts to melt, and every crystal of frozen ice starts to melt into the first stream of spring. But the nature is not the only thing that’s waking up… The birds start chirping again, and you start to hear the soft crunch of the bunnies hopping around on the grass. Ah! Isn’t spring time just lovely!