• Two young women walk the halls, one with short, dark brown hair, the other so dark almost black. As they walk along, Gabrielle, the dark haired one* can feel the aura of another behind her. As her friend walks along, Gabrielle turns around.
    Behind them a hiding girl, with black curls that wreathe around her legs. Her face is down, and behind her is all white. As they all walk down, Gabrielle sees the people,ominous and refusing to show their faces hold daggers out of their long coats sleeves, striking the girl as they walk by. The knifes cut through her sweater and little red marks cover her arms.
    Gabrielle runs to the poor girl, holding her arms forward to embrace her, to comfort her. The silent cutters fade to a black as she touches them. But as she contacts the girl, she fades to the black dust too, and fades within the air. Falling forward, she fell into a small puddle of water, and sunk beneath. She opens her eyes, as the water stings and the girl, with cuts still in her arms, only now with a white dress is sinking too. No, now she, Gabrielle, is floating. The girl reaches, reaches for Gabrielle and her lips read; "Help me, save me."

    Gabrielle pushes herself down further, but the girl is sinking rapidly, still reaching. Fingers sprung out they touch, and Gabrielle is pulled up, as the girl is pulled down.
    Gabrielle breaks the water, and treads within a small hole breaking the ice. She climbs on the hard ice and looks around.
    And then she clings to the only color of the scene. A girl, with long black hair, and scars wrapping her arms. Walks along the ice, a non-transparent fog covering her, wrapping around her like her beautiful hair. As she walks by, her entity stays the same,but a spirit turns around out of the girl, her hair in a spiraling frenzy, her eyes filled in terror. "Save me!" She repeats, and is consumed my the fog. Fading in to the air.

    Gabrielle blinks once and returns to her home, now walking out the door, into reality. Autumn winds flutter her face and leaves show her across the street, there she sees, a girl, with long black curls that wreathe her legs.
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    * Note: The girl in my dream, looks like the ideal Gabrielle to me, she does not resemble me in any way. Maybe.