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."