Silvie's Point of View

We stood there for a few seconds before I finally spoke up, "Sienna, we have to find out who is doing this and what we are up against."
Sienna nodded slowly. "What do you propose we do then?"
I thought for a moment. "I don't know. I just... don't know. But we'll find a way."
The rest of the day was spent in quiet conversation-neither of us left the room except for supper, which we ate very little of-we had hardly any appetite.

That night, I slept close to Sienna, for I was overcome and overwhelmed with conflicting thoughts. Where do we go? How do we get there? What do I have to do to help Sienna?
Suddenly, a light broke through my pondering. I recognized it with a leap of joy as being the man's-it struck me that I didn't know his name.
Light and beauty cloaked him like a garment and I once again felt the fear and peace that, mixed together, felt...right.
"My child, you have questions?"
I nodded, rising from the bed to fall to my knees before him. "But first-what is your name?"
The man smiled benevolently down at me. "You need not know my name, child. I say this for your own good. The knowledge would be too much for you-not yet. Know me as the Helper, the Comforter, the Strength. Now, what are your questions, dear child?"
I knew that this man knew-he knew my questions which I would voice, and the ones which I was too ashamed to admit even to myself-he knew me completely. A queer thought struck me then. He knows all of my faults-and yet-he still cares for me? I couldn't understand it, but I didn't need to. "Who are we fighting? how do we defeat it? What do we do?"
"You fight something which shall have no other name than Evil. Only Sienna can defeat it, for it is her battle. You are permitted to assist her, but in the end, she must make the choice. I will show you where to go-you shall know the correct path."
And then he was gone, and I realized with a shock that I hadn't even left the bed, and was still lying beside Sienna. Twisting in the bed, I shook her shoulder gently. "Sienna, I need to tell you something."

From Both Points of View

The next morning, I woke and quickly ate breakfast. Silvie was silent, and I knew wondered what she was pondering on. She picked at her food and ate hardly a bite.

After breakfast we went to my bedroom. I felt the urge again, and before I knew it, my pencil was moving in my hand. My fingers seemed to flow with energy. It started in my brain, like a horrible itchy rash. I knew it was to come on paper. I knew it was to be on Silvie. I saw the pain in it. My eyes started to water as this rash appear on the paper.
The man jabbed with his sword, injuring the girl. For a moment the thought struck me that the writing wasn't even that good, but then common sense caught up with me and I realized what I was writing. This is Silvie!
I was dimly aware of her crying my name, screaming at me to stop. But I couldn't. I couldn't stop.

{from Silvie's point of view}
"Sienna, stop! Stop writing! Please, Sienna, stop!" I felt chills trace up and down my spine as I saw my fate being written out before me. And then I felt it; a sharp pain in my leg. I was afraid to look down. I had taken my eyes off of Sienna's pencil for a moment, and I didn't know how serious the injury was. Blood stained my jeans, and I felt my legs give way. Falling to the ground with a sharp cry, I grabbed Sienna's shirt and wrapped it around the injury tightly. After a time, I dared pull it away. It wasn't too bad-only about a thumb's width deep, and as long as the length of a thumb. I could probably get away with a tight bandage and not a word said about it. I had long decided that no one could learn about this, for fear that Sienna would be sent to one of the insane asylum that I had read about in my fantasy books. Now, I was having second guesses. Why does she want to hurt me? I am her best friend! I thought she loved me!

It was then that I realized that she was staring at me in horror. The pencil had fallen from her hand, and she was gaping at me. She mouthed, tears coming to her eyes, "I am so sorry, Silvie. I-I can't-" She trailed off, letting her head fall hard on the desk, perhaps has penance.

Ignoring her, I stood, and limped painfully to the far corner. There I sat, fighting the anger which screamed in my mind. How could Sienna do this to me? I don't want to even know her anymore. I wish we had never met!

I felt a sob rising in me. Trying to fight it, I opened my eyes and turned my gaze toward the window. But they stopped as a flash of white caught them. Before me stood an aged man, clad all in white, as beautiful as the morning and as wise as the dawn. I knew that the instant that I saw him. I began to tremble, and lowered my eyes to the ground. I couldn't look at him. I just couldn't. But then a voice, soft and gentle, full of unimaginable love, broke into my fears. "My child. Do not be afraid."
I looked up then, for I wanted to see this glorious figure which was like a solace and a hiding place.
"Why are you crying?"
I knew that this man knew why I was crying. But he wanted me to tell him. So I did. "It's Sienna! She's trying to kill me or-or-do something terrible to me!"
His face softened. "She is battling a grave evil, dear one, one that she is too weak to hold fast against."
I felt my heart sink. I had hoped for help from this man. "Then what can I do? I'm afraid of her!"
"My child, she is still your Sienna. She loves you and you could not understand the pain that this causes her. Do not hold back your understanding-I know that you long to give it. Do not let your anger get in the way. She loves you, Silvie. You hold much sway on her mind. If you hold strong, you can help her."
"But how-" But suddenly I realized that he was gone. The light had gone, the beauty shattered. I was alone. With Sienna. What am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to do this? I need to know how!

{Sienna again}

I felt heartbroken. My heart cried, Silvie, if only you knew! If only you felt what I feel! I don't want to hurt you! I would sooner hurt myself than you, but I can't help it!
But I couldn't. She wouldn't know that I was speaking from my utter heart. I wouldn't blame Silvie for hating me. I hated myself right then.
She was curled up in the corner, an odd expression on her face, gazing at the wall as if seeing beauty itself. I didn't even want to wonder about it. I didn't care.
Suddenly the feeling came again, sharper this time. My mind screamed in protest, but my hand obeyed.
My misery intensified as the words turned to sentences. I was hurting Silvie again, but this time, it was ten times worse.
I realized that she was at my side, but only dimly.


{Silvie}
I sat up slowly, taking a shaky breath, and limped toward Sienna. I had to talk this over with her. But then her eyes glazed over-an all too recognizable look now, and she began to write furiously.
I quickened my pace, and soon was at her side. My eyes widened as I saw what she was saying. I began to grow frantic as I read the beginning of the terrible sickness which I would soon have.
Willing my voice not to shake, I said, "Sienna, stop right now. I will not let you do this to me. Stop this. Win this battle, Sienna! Be strong! Listen to me! Don't you remember me? I am Silvie!"

{Sienna}
The voice broke into my thoughts like thunder on a still day. "I will not let you do this to me. Stop this. Win this battle, Sienna! Listen to me! Don't you remember me? I am Silvie!"
The urge only intensified, but the picture of my friends distressed, pale face was engraved in my mind. I wanted to stop, more than anything I wanted to stop. It took all of my strength, but with a jerk my hand was free. The pencil dropped. I tore the page into a million pieces.
I turned my eyes to Silvie. She was crying. I hugged her-since this terrible ordeal had started I had wanted to do it, but hadn't dared. Now I did. And Silvie hugged back.

Silvie's Point of View

Taking a shaky breath, I forced myself to calm my mind. The doctors said that mom would be alright. But it would take at least three weeks in the hospital, and months of recovery at home. Sienna's mom invited that I stay with them. Dad accepted. I don't know if I like the idea. I feel...almost...angry at Sienna. My mind spun. How could I ever feel this way to my best friend? We had been close...ever since I could remember. Of course there had been the occasional spat, but never...never this. Not only was I angry with her, I was afraid. If Sienna could control her writing, and was purposefully...but what if she couldn't control it? Which one was worse? I decided it was high time to have a talk with Sienna. Taking another breath, I made my way to her room, which Sienna and I would be sharing for the next several weeks. Sienna had locked herself in there and hadn't emerged for the past hour.
Giving a tentative knock, I composed myself, and by the time the answering, "come in," was given, I was ready.
Sienna was sprawled out on her bed, appearing quite miserable.
"Sienna, I need you to tell me the truth about this writing business, and all of it. I need to know."
Sienna looked pained. "I told you the truth, Silvie! I can't control it, and I had no idea that it would really come true. It's like-like when you have one of those urges to write, except, I couldn't control it at all. Silvie, I'm scared. I don't know what' happening, or when it's going to hit next."
Silvie stared at the opposite wall. "If you're not controlling it...who is?"
"I don't know, Silvie. I just...don't know."
That night I slept on the floor, and Sienna on the bed. I was quiet the whole night. Most of the time I was waist deep in thoughts.

Sienna's Point of View

The car drove past the accident sight and I felt my body go numb. I'd seen that whole seen before... I'd seen it in my head. I saw the whole accident, and I now recognized the lady in the car who I had seen in my head... Silvie's Mom. I tried to think of some other explanation. I couldn't think that I nearly killed my best friend's Mom.!Surely there had to be another explanation! My mind raced, trying to come to a different reason, but I knew that this was the place I had seen in my head. What I wrote had come true.

Thousands of questions spun around in my head and I felt as if I was waist-deep in thought as we reached the hospital. Why did it come true? Why couldn't I control my own writing?

Silvie's face turned to a ghostly white as the car stopped. We walked into the hospital and a nurse led us into the room.

Silvie was about to walk in when she stopped.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I... I am afraid to go in there and see what my Mom looks like." She whispered.

"Hold my hand and we'll do it together." I said. I didn't mention that I knew what she looked like already. I didn't mention that it had been the worst thing I had ever experienced in my life

She hesitated, and the conflicting look on her face smote me hard. She didn't trust me. My best friend in the entire world was...afraid of me. But at last, she took my hand, if haltingly, and we walked in the room to find Silvie's mom, tubes spilling about her bed. She looked as if she was sleeping so peacfully.

My Mom went to go talk to the doctor, so Silvie and I sat on the chairs in the corner of the room.

"Silvie..." I started,

"What is it, Sienna?" She asked.

"Silvie, I didn't do this on purpose! I can't control my writing!" I struggled to tell her what I was so desperate to explain. "Something just...comes over me. I can't help it! My hand isn't my own, nothing is, not even my mind. It scares me, Silvie, and..." I broke off, tears filling my eyes. I so badly wanted her to know that I couldn't control this, even more than I wanted to know why I wasn't able to. Silvie's relationship was the most important thing on this earth to me. I couldn't lose it.
Silvie took a breath. "I know, Sienna, I know."
But I could see in her eyes that she didn't, not really. She was trying...but...
"We'll find out what's wrong." she paused, "Could I see mom now-alone?"
I nodded, although tears still blurred my vision.

Silvie's Point of View

I gasped, turning white as chalk, and stood, petrified with fear. Sienna's mom gave me a comforting hug as she walked by, and said, "I'll get ready to drive you to the hospital."

I sank to my knees, still not understanding everything...mom...in a car accident? I glanced up at Sienna, who stood, equally pale, before me. Her hands reached for the paper on the desk, and I could see sweat breaking out on her forehead as she mouthed the words that she herself had previously written. When she looked up, her eyes were full of sorrow. "I'm sorry," she whispered hoarsely. "I-I didn't know. I-I still don't understand-"

It struck me then, but my mind refused to believe it. What Sienna wrote...came true...

Nothing was said. We were all numbly escorted to the van, where we sat without a word.

When we passed the sight of the accident, my fears were confirmed. The scene before me was just as Sienna had written. A chill went down my spine. Could it be true? I wanted to deny it. The entire idea of Sienna's writing truly happening sent a fear through me as I have never before experienced. I remembered the such detailed writing. Everything seemed perfect. Even the spot exactly where Sienna had described it.
I turned away from the window and hid my head in Sienna's lap. Then I remembered...it was her who had caused all of this...Questions formed in my mind. Did she do it on purpose? Could she control her writing? Did she know that she could bring her writing to life? Would it happen again? Forever and ever? What would she write next? 

Sienna

I dropped my pencil. It rolled along the floor before stopping abruptly. Yet that was the least of what was on my mind. A sharp pain had hit me. I had been doing nothing but writing, but it had just begun hurting. It was then that I noticed a bruise on my arm. It was huge, and purple and blue. I stared at it in surprise. I had not had it before, had I? I was still staring at my bruise when Silvie, my closest friend, strode into the room. At first, I did not notice her, because I was so preoccupied with my newly acquired injury.
"Um...Sienna?" She started.

"Oh, Hello, Silvie." I replied, covering my bruise with my hand.


"What is that?" She asked, practically staring through it.


I, attempting not to wince as pain shot through my arm, replied "Oh... it's just a bruise."


Silvie walked over to me, and gently removed my hand from it. She examined the bruise carefully. "Now how in the world would you get such a nasty bruise? I have been with you all day!" She declared, as surprised as you would ever catch her.
I shook my head. "I-I don't know. It just-appeared."
Silvie sighed. "You were trying to climb out the window again, weren't you?" she glanced at me sharply, "You didn't fall off, did you?"
I shook my head, almost smiling. "No. Honest, I didn't. It just...happened. I really don't know, Silvie."
She sighed once again. "Alright, alright. Your mom says we should go to bed now. It's ten o'clock already, you know."
I nodded, still puzzled. "Alright. Let's sleep in my room. I'll share the bed with you."
Silvie smiled. "Okay, but I warn you, I have a big space bubble!"
Laughing, and brushing my confusion aside, I stood and we raced for the mutual favourite side of the bed.

My eyes opened suddenly. I felt my hands reach to push the blanket from me. My feet moved to the desk, and I flipped the light switch on.
I could faintly hear Silvie beside me, groggily questioning. "Sienna, what are you doing? It's three o'clock at night."
I picked up a pencil and sat down. My hand set to scribbling, and pictures flashed before my eyes, more bright and vivid than I had ever before imagined. Words turned to sentences, sentences to paragraphs, and my writing was not my own. I could not control it. A story played before my eyes. A strange feeling overcame me, and I did not know if I liked it or not. I saw the vibrant picture yet again. I saw a lady. She looked quite familiar to me, but I could not place my finger on it. She was in her car, and she took a sharp turn. I heard the thunderous crash, and the horrendeous sight. Her eyes closed and her head laid on the steering wheel. Her hand slung and drooped over it, limp as a ribbon.

I finished and dropped my pencil. I caught my breath, realizing that the force had made me short of it. Silvie gave me a queer expressions.

"Sienna, what in the world was the meaning of that?" She asked. "And why on earth were you writing about my mom getting into a car accident?"

"Silvie, I have no idea. I just... had to." I replied.

"Well, we better get back to bed," Silvie said, gazing at me oddly.


I agreed and we climbed back into the warm, cozy bed. We were just about to drop back to sleep when we heard the ring of the phone. A few seconds later my Mom came back into the room. She had a worried expression on her face. With a voice full of concern, she said, "Silvie, you mother just got in a car accident. She's in a coma."