• I started to draw, a light sketch. The background was hazy but I could make out a pipe organ, a large painting, and the steps to a stage. The steps led up to the painting. It reminded me of a church. It probably was a chruch. It was the actual scene that scared me the most though... Garth was on his knees just in front of the steps. My head was in his lap and he was crying. His layered gray-black hair was hanging in his face. My throat was slit, the collar of my dress was ripped and I was drenched in blood. Blood was pooling around Garth and I.
    This didn't make any sense. Blood, a chruch, it just wasn't within my norm.
    "Miss Blackcross!" Mrs. Beaumont snapped obviously for the third time, judging by the glare she was giving me. I jumped out of my seat and knocked my chair over. "Yes ma'am," I said trying to hide my utter embarrassment.
    "Miss Blackcross, could you please show Garth around today, considering you both have the same schedule?"
    "Yes, Mrs. Beaumont. I would be happy to." I answered automatically, mentally kicking myself for saying that. There was no possible way that I could do that and keep it together so Garth wouldn't know somethings up...