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꧁𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝘁."꧂
When the suns rays started to peak into the window, the mind fairy had shut her incident journal closed and had started to get ready.
The light brown haired girl showered and changed in the bathroom, before making her way back to her bedroom, while drying her hair with a towel. By the time she had done this, her suite mates were only just getting up, although Aisha was probably up way before then.
The mind fairy walked back into her shared room with the light fairy, still drying her hair, when she stopped in her tracks to see an already dressed Stella looking at the sketch that she had drawn last night, horrified.
"You've got a weird taste in art." Stella commented, still looking at the sketch with wide eyes.
"It-it's uh...it's—" Violet quickly tried to defend herself, but her stuttering was obvious.
"I won't ask any questions—" Stella reassured the stuttering mind fairy. "—but I'd stop watching whatever movies or shows that you've been watching recently." Stella told the light brown haired girl.
"Right." Violet awkwardly said, as the blonde handed her the piece of paper back.
The blonde then walked out without another word, as Violet watched her go confused about why she hadn't said anything or made any snide remarks.
Violet shook her head, before releasing the breath that she hadn't realised that she was even holding in, before walking up to her desk and placing the sketch down. The mind fairy then started to get ready for her second day of classes.
The teen girl had changed into some black leggings, with a simple black t-shirt, paired with her favourite pink panelled windbreaker jacket.
The girl also had her trusty black all star sneakers on. After the mind fairy had finished with drying her hair, she did a twisted ponytail hairstyle, before grabbing her stuff and heading to her classes.
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The girl decided to skip out on lunch, so that she could speak with the headmistress about her vision and present her sketch to the woman.
The girl made her way through the halls that were quite empty, since everyone was in the cafeteria. When the girl arrived at Miss Dowling's office, she knocked before letting herself in.
The assistant, Callum wasn't there, so Violet just walked up to Miss Dowling's office door and knocked, before waiting patiently.
When the girl was allowed to come in, she sat herself down in the seat in front of Miss Dowling's office desk where she was writing things down.
"Violet, what can I do for you?" Miss Dowling asked her kindly, but Violet could sense the stress that the headmistress was feeling.
"I had a vision, last night." Violet went straight to the point.
Miss Dowling stiffened in her seat, before watching the girl with careful eyes.
"Well, more like a nightmare, but I knew that it was real." The mind fairy explained, as she placed her hand in her bag and tightly clasped onto the sketch.
"What was it about." Miss Dowling asked her, as she prepared herself to listen to what the teen had to say.
Violet was about to start talking, but something stopped her. Or someone.
Be careful.
Violet breathed in sharply, as she heard the same voice in her head that she heard in her terrifying dream.
Violet knew that the voice was familiar but didn't think much about it in her dream, since she was so occupied with almost being crushed to death. Quite an unfortunate way to go.
Violet could have sworn that she had heard this voice, before hearing it in her dream, but she just didn't know where she remembered the voice from.
The voice was smooth and soft like velvet, but it had a wise and strong tone.
Be careful who you trust.
The voice warned and Violet's breathing started to pick up, as she was beginning to freak out.
"Violet, what is it?" Miss Dowling questioned the teen concerned, as she watched the girl try to subtly look around the room, as if she was searching for something.
Violet snapped her once wondering head to the headmistress, who was looking at her worriedly.
Violet was beginning to think that she was crazy, since she was literally hearing voices in her head that Miss Dowling clearly didn't hear too.
"You didn't hear that?" Violet asked her, looking spooked and terrified out of her mind.
"Hear what? Violet are you alright?" Miss Dowling asked her, becoming even more anxious, as she watched her student become hysterical.
Do not tell her.
Violet practically jumped in her seat as she heard the voice call out to her again. Violet's hands that were tightly clasping the sketch, that was hidden in her bag, began to shake, as the girl was beginning to hyperventilate.
The room was beginning to spin and Violet's breathing was rapid and was alarming the headmistress, who was now standing, and making her way in front of the teen.
"Violet. Violet!" Miss Dowling placed her hands on the girls biceps, as she tried to get her attention.
Violet's now glossy eyes snapped towards the teacher, as their eyes met.
"Breathe, Violet." Miss Dowling instructed the seventeen year old worriedly.
Violet tried to do as the headmistress told her to and after a few minutes, she was less hysterical.
"Violet, what just happened?" Miss Dowling crouched down in front of the girl, as she tried to help her student.
Violet hesitated, before shakily taking her hands out of bag, but left the sketch hidden in the bag.
"Nothing, I just didn't get much sleep last night." Violet told the half truth to the headmistress.
Violet didn't want that voice to appear in her head again, so decided to listen to the person and her gut instinct, and didn't show the headmistress the sketch.
Miss Dowling looked at the girl skeptically. There was a few seconds of silence, as Miss Dowling watched the girl, without blinking, trying to get the girl to crack.
When Violet didn't continue, Miss Dowling sighed heavily, before standing up from her crouched position and started to lean against her desk.
"What did you see Violet?" Miss Dowling questioned carefully, as she didn't want to trigger the girl again.
"I don't remember." Violet lied, after a few more tense seconds had passed.
The mind fairy avoided the headmistress's eyes, as she just looked at the floor and tried to get rid of the glossiness in her eyes.
Miss Dowling didn't believe her one bit. "Violet, I want to help you." Miss Dowling confessed, with caring eyes towards the light brown haired girl.
Violet peeled her eyes away from the ground and hardened her face to try and be more believable.
"I don't remember." The teen repeated, looking into the teachers eyes, before dropping them back to the floor.
Miss Dowling was still skeptical, but let the girl head for lunch. Miss Dowling had her suspicions that Violet wasn't telling the truth, because why would the girl come to her in the first place, and admit that she saw something, only for her to deny it and say she didn't remember what she saw five minutes later?
Miss Dowling stressfully rubbed her hands down her face once the teen had left. The headmistress had so much to worry about and she didn't know how she was still standing.
On the other side of the door, Violet had opened her bag and was looking at the sketch with scared eyes. She didn't know why she was the one who had to deal with all of this out of everyone in the world. Why couldn't it have been someone else?
The girl thought that having these awful dreams was enough, now she had to deal with voices in her head that she assumed she was only going to hear in her dreams, but no, they had to be present in reality too. Life fucking sucks.
These visions didn't start until the mind fairy arrived at Alfea, and part of her was wishing that she had never came to the school in the first place. Maybe that way, she wouldn't have to be dealing with this.
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