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?
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?
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