People were screaming and running across the street. I stood and watched the building go up in flames. I screamed, but no one heard me. No one helped me. Tears fell down my face and I saw my sister on the floor. I tried to get her out of the building, but it was too late. Her entire body was covered in flames. I ran to the exit. There was no sign of my mom. Above me was a burning painting. I looked up as it slowly fell on me.
"Wake up now or mom is gonna throw a bucket of water at you. Seriously, you know she doesn't joke about that sort of stuff," Anissa said.
My sister then walked out the door. It had all been a dream. I got dressed and rushed downstairs. Everything was like it had always been. My parents were bickering while my mother cooked breakfast. I sat down silently and began to eat.
"Are you okay," my dad asked.
I looked up at him and smiled. "Yeah, it was just a bad dream. I'm fine," I replied.
"Aaaaaw. Poor little Vittoria had a nightmare. Did you dream about clowns again," my bother said in a mocking tone.
"Haha NO! Why don't you just shut up and learn how to grow up," I yelled across the table.
"Stop it both of you. Vittoria calm down and eat your pancakes. We are eating breakfast it is not the time for you guys to start being so disrespectful," my mother said scornfully.
The rest of the day was spent watching movies. It was around eight o'clock when my mom decided to go to the store. My sister went with her. They were going to go buy a cake for my brother's birthday. It was midnight and they still weren't home. They are probably out visiting an aunt or something I thought as I went back to sleep.
The next day I woke up and went downstairs. There was no one there. A few minutes later my dad walked into the house.
"There was a fire last night at the store. Go get dressed we're going to the hospital. Anissa and Mom have been injured. Sean is already there with them."
I stood in the doorway and just stared at my father as I remembered the dream I had had the night before.
"Vittoria why are you just standing there? MOVE! Go upstairs right now!"
I changed as quickly as I could and got in my dad's car. We drove to the hospital in absolute silence. The whole ride my dream was running through my head over and over again. It was like an unending cycle of pain. If only I would've known that my dream would come true. I should have warned them, told them about my dream. I didn't and now my mom and my sister were in trouble and there was nothing I could do about it.
I rushed through the dark hallways of the hospital. My father went inside the room where my mom and sister were. Sean was sitting on a chair outside the door. I was about to go in, but he grabbed my arm so I couldn't enter the room. He was looking down at the floor.
"Don't go in. It's not worth it," he said.
"What are you talking about? I have to see if they're okay. Let go of me right…"
"Vittoria," he said slowly as he looked up at me. "They're dead."
"What," I asked in disbelief. "That's not funny, Sean, I need to go in."
"Please, don't, I don't want to stay out here alone."
"I'll be right out I just need to see for myself."
He let go of my arm and I silently walked into the room. In front of me was what I had feared my whole life. Two dead bodies were in that room. My mom's and sister's dead bodies were in that room. Suddenly, it was hard for me to breath. The room began to spin and without taking a step closer I walked out of the room. I looked down at my little brother. He was staring at the wall in front of him. He didn't move, he didn't cry. He just sat there and stared. His phone was open, but he didn't move. I took it from his hand and read the message. HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY! I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT TIME!
I dropped the phone and I looked at Sean. He looked at me and we both began to cry. We sat at the hospital and hugged for what seemed eternity.
"They died on my birthday," he said after a while. "They died while they went out to buy me a birthday cake because I told mom a birthday isn't special unless you have a cake."
I didn't respond. I wanted to comfort him and tell him it would be alright, but I didn't know how. How could I make him feel better after both his mom and sister died on his birthday? I couldn't lie and tell him it didn't happen. I couldn't pretend everything would be back to normal after we left the hospital. I couldn't do any of that because if I did it would make everything worse.
"I'm gonna go get something to drink. Do you want me to bring you something," I asked my brother as I stood up to leave, breaking the silence.
"Pepsi," he said. He had gone back to staring at the wall.
I was walking through the hallways when the power went out. I heard the frantic screams of the patients and little kids started crying. The lights turned back on. There was a strange looking woman standing at the end of the hallway. She was wearing a long black overcoat and a little black hat. She turned and looked me straight in the eye.
"Come here, Vittoria," she was twenty feet away from me, but it was as if she whispered my name into my ear.
Without thinking I walked towards the woman. I was closer to her now and I could see her shiny eyes looking down at me. They were purple, my mother's favorite color. Just looking at her made a chill go through my body.
"My name is Elindra. I know who you are and I know what has happened to your family. I was sent here to give you this."
She took a purple crystal out of her pocket and put it in my hand.
"This," she continued, "will help you with everything."
"What's it for? Who is it from? Who are you? Why did you gi…."
Elindra had disappeared. I looked around, but she was no where to be found.