Victoria was out in the forest. She didn't feel like going into the clearing, like usual, she felt to depressed. She didn't even know why. She sat down at a tree and hugged her knees. What was wrong with her? She felt the tears spill over and then broke down and cried for the first time in so long.
In the clearing was her best friend. The silence was killing him. "Does anybody, have any idea what to talk about?" he finally asked. Almost everyone just shrugged. "I know that I'm going to regret this, but, Amora do you know what to talk about?"
She smiled evilly, it was no secret that she despised him. "Okay, then. Why are you cheating on my sister? And where is she?"
Esmerelda, who was sitting next to him, looked at him in disbelief. "I'm not cheating on Vicky. I don't know where she is, she's locked me out of the house."
"Then how do explain her?" she asked pointing at Esmerelda.
He raised an eyebrow at her. "Same reason you are with Toro, at least I think. I'm not with Victoria. Believe me. In fact, go ask her. I don't know where she is, but you can try and find her."
"In that case, I will," she said and skipped away.
"You live with Victoria?" Esmerelda asked.
"Yeah. It beats sleeping outside. Even if her couch is only slightly better than the floor."
Amora ran through the forest yelling, "Come out, come out where ever you are, Victoria!"
As soon as Victoria heard her, she put up her hood up to shield her red eyes from view. She tried to escape silently but stepped on a twig and it snap. Caught.
"There you are!" she heard her sisters excited voice. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she said flatly.
"You don't sound like it," she grabbed the back of her hood and yanked it down. "See? I knew you weren't okay. I knew he was a jerk. I knew he was lying," she mumbled.
The next thing Victoria did, surprised even her. She hugged Amora and started to cry. Even though she was surprised, Amora held her the whole night. Even when she was asleep.
In Victoria's dream, she saw her mother. "Mom?" she asked.
"Vicky, darling, how are you today?"
"M-me? Mom, your supposed to be dead."
She laughed, "Well, of course I am, your father killed me, remember? Oh, Victoria, don't you believe in ghosts?"
She was speechless. The only thing she could force out was, "I miss you, Mom."
"Oh, I miss you too, sweetie." She leaned forward and her big smile faded, "Be careful." Then a dark shadow drifted across the wall and suddenly jumped off, went through her mother, and came straight at her. She sat up quickly and was breathing heavily.
"Vicky, are you okay?" Amora asked worried.
"Uh yeah," she said panting, "Just a bad dream."
"N-no, I don't think so. Why is the sky getting black? It's the middle of the day."
Suddenly all the pieces fit. She understood what was about to happen. "Amora, you have to get home, now."