So much noise.....

Many lights....

So many people talking at the same time....

Was it a dream? no apperantly it wasn't, because she was was dreaming about an island in the middle of nowhere, a beatifull island, with sandy golden beaches and an emazing emerald blue sea. She was walking on the beach on the silcky touch grains, the wind gently brushing her hair and the sun embracing her skin gicvin her a golden tone.

but suddenly all of this faded, a majore tornado destroid everything, it sucked every thing in side of her, the sand, the beach, the birds, she suddenly found her self trying to swim , trying to save her self from that black hole that suck her dream.

She was swimming and swimming, and the noise became louder, the lightes brighter, red lightes flashing. And finally she couldn't help it anymore, she gave up and the black hole sucked her in ,and every thing desappered.

She jumped out of her bed, she opened her eyes wild open, and she was all sweaty and all shaking. Sofia was shaking like a little kitty out in the storm, she sat there staring at the room, testing it, seeing if it sucked in that hole, and seeing if it was really. and finally she pinched her self to see whether she was awake or still dreaming.

She did and it really hurt her, so that meant she was really awake. But the lights, the siren and the loud voices were still there. That was weird! She looked out of the window and she found an ambulance and a police car parked in front of her house.

What did that mean?

She wore her night slippers and got out of the room. Something was going in on in her mother’s room, some guys wearing sweaters. Where they police man? May be! But they were pulling out something.

Oh!

She understood who they were, they were premedical guys pulling out her mother; her mother wasn’t moving and they were getting her out of the house, what happened to her, there was blood all over her, she didn’t seem to breathe.

May be she was dead, no this couldn’t be. She wanted to run to her, to grab her, to wake her up, she wanted to follow those men who were taking her but. She wanted to step forward and run but her legs didn’t dare to move. She wanted to scream to call for her to stop them but the words suck down her throat, and she simply faded and fell off to the ground.

 

 

The sun was shining, and  the birds were singing again, Sofia started to come around again. Someone was sitting in front of her, but she couldn’t see its face clearly, her vision wasn’t very clear, she was seeing a woman, it was her mother!

She almost jumped from her bed and opened her eyes wide open, but this wasn’t her mother it was her identical twin, which means her aunt. Her aunt was all dressed in black. Her aunt who loved colors and never considered black as one: was wearing black, this in addition to last night’s events could mean one thing…

But she started screaming and kicking and asking to see her mother, but her aunt started to calm her down and to stop her from crying. And once she calmed down she told her that her mother died last night.

And then one thing led to another, the funeral and all this stuff, her aunt was her only campaign and only friend through this because her father died when she was just a little baby, so as she was a miner and both her parents were dead she needed a place to stay and her aunt Mariana told her that she would be staying with her.

And some days after the whole mess some police men came to the house to question her about the night of the “incident”. They told her that her mother took her life (the nice word for committed suicide). And they told her that the doctor confirmed that (her aunt later précised that she cut her veins cut her wrist and this explained the blood that covering her), but they had a problem, because her mother didn’t have any psychological problems and the people from work said that she was a happy person and didn’t seem to suffer from depression or anything. And the weirdest of all is that her mother called for the police minutes before she died, she said hello and she seemed like she was going to say something but she suddenly shut up, and the only thing they were hearing on the phone was a strange voice. So a cop got in there and they found her in her room.

Well they asked her about her mother’s mental state before the “accident” (they kept using words like that, like if being nice was going to change anything) and whether or not she was acting lately, and if she heard any weird noises that night. She told them that her mother was fine lately and actually seemed more happy than usual, and that she didn’t hear anything suspicious that night. She also insisted on the fact that her mother didn’t die and that this was probably a homicide and she begged them to look for the murderer.

Well they promised her they would and went out.

And that day her aunt told her that she needed to pack because she was going to move in with her. Mariana lived in a small town called “Damonya”, it was a three hours away from her old town, she had a little house there living in it by her self after she got divorced. She also told her that she was going to change her school to another and that they needed to finish all the preparation before September.  

Some weeks later the fall came with all the rain, the falling leaves and the sadness that floats in the air. It was her first day in school. She went there and it was so hard to be the new girl. But every body was very nice to her. She even met some a new friend.

Some girl named alicia came to talk to her, she was a very nice girl full of energy. She kept talking over and over saying that she heard about my mother, making comments about my clothes saying that I shouldn’t be wearing black and that I should stop grieving, and all of this while she was taking me on a tour to show me my new school. I wasn’t really listening to her, I was just nodding and staring blankly at everything around me, while suddenly something caught my attention. Behind the school campus there was an old building, it seemed so old and cranky. Something about that building, those broken windows, and those wild plants hanging out of the window or crawling on the wall caught my attention. It seemed so mysterious, so dark, and so sad.

_”what’s this? I suddenly asked her “

So she stopped talking, I think I interrupted her while she was giving me some fashion advices, and she looked at me sinisterly and said:

 “_well this in an old building that have been there like forever. People around here are saying many things about it; some say it’s dammed and others say it’s haunted. But they all agreeon how it all started; it was in 1856 when some students started a club about the dark arts, or witching craft....