Dear Diary

March 26

9am

Dear Diary,

It rained all day yesterday, so today is the day. I didn’t sleep at all last night, or the previous night for that matter. It definitely showed in my reflection, my face was drained of color; I looked like a vampire from Twilight. My hazel eyes were blood shot, complete with dark circles under them. The straight brown hair that usually sits nicely layered on my shoulder now looked like a bird’s nest, as my mother used to say.

I also had another dream, it was during the only hour of sleep that I actually had. It was about the garden of course, I had been standing by a round stone monument. On top of the monument was a giant beige flower pot, and inside a tall black rose. A shadow in the bushes startled me. As I looked closer the shadow stepped out into the open, it seemed to be a person wearing a long black hooded cloak.

In this dream the garden was already fully bloomed, and of course like last time it was breath taking. That all changed when the cloaked figure stepped forward closer to the monument, the flowers along its path and the grass at its feet slowly died. It was almost as if he were the grim reaper.

“Who are you, and what do you want from me?” I yelled. It came closer and closer finally standing only inches from me.

“I am here for your magic, none of you Gavin’s deserve it, and it was ours before you came along.” The voice behind the figure was definitely male.

“But I am not a Gavin, my last name is Rhodes. That was my mother’s maiden name; I have nothing to do with this, “I screamed back.

 His hand reached out to touch me; he was so close that I could feel the presence of it lingering in front of me. That’s when I woke up screaming. My sheets were soaked from my sweat and tears quickly ran down my face. The nightmare was so real, and it has me thinking maybe it wasn’t just a nightmare, maybe it was a vision.

Time to get myself ready for what today is going to bring, once I get to the gate I will write again. I want to document everything that happens.