No escape from the nightmares

Present day….

Oleander's POV

Ah! This is so not like me! Being scared and emotional. So

what if I am getting these horrible nightmares? I am alive and well, that's all

matters, doesn't it? And on top of that, Isabelle Keeps pestering me to open

the package. Maybe I will open the package for real this time.

Just as I was about to open the package, I heard Stella scream.

I rushed to her room, only to see her standing in a corner with sheepish grin. What

the heck? I thought something might have happened to her!

He-Hey Oleander! What'cha doin' here? She said while hiding something

behind her.

Why are you talking weirdly? And what are you hiding? I asked.

To be honest I was pissed. I don't know why but I was!

No-Nothing ! She said while stuttering. Seriously? She thinks

that can fool me? But if it's something she doesn't want to tell me right now then

I won't ask her any further.

Alright. I just thought that I heard you screamed, but I guess

I was wrong. Goodnight! I said before closing the door behind me.

I went back to my room, I feel like I have to put stop to whatever

is happening. It's all jokes and fun until you know that everything is happening

in reality. I don't want anyone else to suffer anymore just because I am being indecisive.

That's why I opened the package!

And there was…..

Nothing special? What the- I thought there would some sort of

mysterious thing but there was just a notebook with a beautiful pattern engraved

leather cover. It looked normal like a normal diary, but there was something unusual

about it. There was something, that I couldn't explain. Upon opening the diary,

I was met with blankness.

Is this supposed to be a joke? Is this a fantasy world? But if

you look like at it, everything does seem magical. And I've been trying to join

the pieces and everything fits like a puzzle. It seems that I am this "Leticia"

person. But for some reason I have been reborn as "Oleander". And I am supposed

to be extremely powerful, I guess? And that red haired girl from my dreams is Leticia

or should I say me! It's a bit hard to believe, but what can I say.

I turn my attention towards the diary once again, and as I said.

There was nothing! I kept turning pages to find something or some sort of writing

or anything. And then at last, I found it. A magic circle or something like that

was drawn on the middle page of the diary.

Just as I touched the drawing, the cover started to glow….

There was a red ruby type thing attached to the cover of the

diary with a golden crescent moon embracing the ruby.

The red ruby started glowing vibrantly beside the dim lit golden

moon. The glowing flickered and the flickering looked like heartbeat. The rhythm

was rapid.

Soon the room started getting succumbed into darkness until the

diary was the only source of light. It felt enchanting as if I finally found the

place where I actually belong to. Where I can unleash my true talent.

Oleander! Oleander! What's happening? Answer us! I could hear

Isabelle's voice from the half opened door of my bedroom. But I couldn't care any

less… because I finally feel free… I saw the door close on its own….

Isabelle's POV

I was doing my research in my room when I smelled a foul and

ugly stench coming from oleander's room. I saw Claire walking slowly towards the

oleander's room with a carefree look. Isn't she worried as to what that stench is?

Isn't she worried as to how oleander can be in danger?

Hey! What's up Isabelle? Claire asked me. But I couldn't care

any less. I ran up to oleander's room to see her standing in pitch black darkness.

No! It was not dark! It looked as if every ounce of light was being sucked!

Oleander! Oleander! What's happening? Answer us! I asked her

in hopes, that she would break free from the trance. But she just looked at us and

without saying anything, the closed on its own.

Oleander's POV

I opened my eyes in a dark room or a place consisting of nothing

but….. darkness?

Wait when did I even close my eyes? And somehow I don't feel

scared at all, in fact I felt relieved beyond measure.

Right then I heard a laugh which made ma jump in surprise.

Another weakling I see, how is the human, I chose to play with,

be so weak? The unknown voice said.

Weak? Who is that damn idiot talking about? It can't be me, right?

I thought to myself.

Well, it's all right, it's always amusing to look at humans when

they are scared and begging for mercy. Then, let's see how long you hold out, shall

we? The voice said, and I can feel his psychopathic grin through his voice…..