Dear Diary

March 28
3am
Dear Diary,


You know how kids try to hide being awake late at night? They crawl under the covers with a flashlight and stay up doing the things they love. In my case that would be writing in this diary. Through my white sheets I could still see the bright lightning outside my window. Besides hiding under the covers to do things I love, I also hid under them when I got scared, I still do. The rain plopped heavily onto the roof and the thunder was loud enough to set off James’ car three times.

Tonight not only did the loud roaring thunder wake me, but another nightmare rocked me right out of my bed. I even have the bruise on my elbow to prove it.

The dream started off so great, I dreamt that Cliff and I had lunch in the garden, a romantic picnic. Everything was going great, when out of nowhere the sky turned black. Thunder rumbled as loud as it was in the real world right now. The garden being in full bloom as it had been in prior dreams suddenly turned dead, and the same figure that once destroyed the beauty in the garden appeared again. Cliff had disappeared and it was just me and the dark cloaked man. This time I was brave, the “me” in my dream closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. While doing this I steadily raised my hands into the air.

“I call upon all the beauty that is in the rose, I beg of you to help me fight this battle, help me save the powers that were always ours, and help me save the garden.”

The man was snickering, and I could hear him summoning his own power.

“All the dark forces, of the black rose I call upon thee…”

I could feel the wind whipping my hair in all directions, I wasn’t sure who was making this hurricane but I was pretty sure it was an evil doing. I was suddenly thrown against the monument and the rose in the pot teetered over. I watched myself get up and slide towards the falling flower on my stomach. I was too late the pot broke into millions of pieces and I could feel something pulling out of me. The pain was unbearable. I watched as sparks of light came rushing out of the flower and jumped into the body of the cloaked man.

Then I woke up, after landing on my floor. These dreams have been feeling more real every time I have them. The scary thing is I really am starting to believe there is some kind of supernatural things going on here. I know I am crazy for thinking so, these kinds of things don’t happen in the real world, only in fiction and in movies. But I really feel it.

On a brighter note I found something today in the garden. I decided to go a little further and came across a gigantic pond along side the wall in the very back. In the middle was a large rock with a purple rose painted on it. The pond wasn’t too deep so I took off my shoes and rolled up my jeans. I padded through the shallow muddy water and made my way to the rock. I once again felt that warm alive feeling when I placed my hand over the flower. The stone cracked beneath my hands just as the monument stone had done. I lifted my hand and a hole had formed. I stuck my hand inside and once again another book slipped out. Another leather bound book, this one looked a lot newer then the other one I’d found. On the front cover there were initials engraved into the book.
M.A.G. I knew exactly what it stood for the second I laid my eyes on it, May Anne Gavin... my mother.

The book ended up being her diary; she started it about a month before her sixteenth birthday. Skimming through I noted her writing about dreams, and feelings. The moment I opened the diary I knew that all the answers I wanted lay right here in my hands. So since I can’t sleep I am going to read what I can, there has to be something helpful.

*Madison Rhodes*

Another note: Cliff is coming tomorrow to help me read through the other articles, I couldn’t bring myself to reading them on my own