Next morning, she sat on her room's floor with the same sketchbook in her hand. She remembered everything. Every detail.
At night, after dinner, she came back in her room and sat back onto the floor with sketchbook in her hands, footsteps echoing down the hall. Aunt Marian entered with a sigh, her arms crossed tightly around her chest.
Rose held up the sketchbook with trembling hands, her eyes showed something.... pleading.
Marian glanced at it.
The trees....the dragging path.
She blinked, lips tightening, "Rose, darling.... this is just a drawing. It's late. You should be sleeping."
Rose shook her head violently, pointing at the window, than at the sketchbook again. Her mouth parted slightly, but no words came. Just silence.
Marian stepped closer, knelt beside her.
"Sweetheart, I know it's hard since the accident, but drawing things like this won't help. It's just probably a bad dream."
Rose eyes screamed no.
But Marian stood, closing the sketchbook, and putting it back on the desk in the corner, and adjust the curtains of the window.
"Enough, now."
Moments later, Jake came in. "What's going on?"
"She had another.... drawing." Marian said with a forced smile knowing Jake is very protective when it comes to Rose. "She thinks she saw something."
Jake barely checked the sketch book, before frowning. With a sigh, he sat beside Rose. "Muffin, I know you're very talented but you have to stop sketching the things you're imagining or dreaming about. This won't help you. This might scare other people."
Rose lowered her head, clutching her pencil tightly.
No one believed her.
Not Marian.
Not Jake.
But she knew what she saw.
As Jake tucked Rose in her bed and both Aunt Marian and Jake left, but before leaving her Aunt gave her a weird look.....
Rose knows Aunt Marian is hiding something and she will soon find it out or this case will also close like her parents...