The Puppet Master

*Emilie's POV*
I looked wildly around. Where did she go?
"Jenny!?" I called. Nothing, just empty clearing. She must have woken up. Germany is 1 hour ahead, making it around 6 am (ish).
SH*T! The moment we actually meet and it's time to get up. I want to punch something!
I swing for the tree to my left and stop short. No. That will hurt. I long for the punch bags at the Boxing academy down the road.
Then something flickers in front of me. A post with a swinging red bag attached. I focus on bringing it back. My mind buzzes numbly, but it appears.
I laugh.
Maybe I can bring the whole Boxing centre and an opponent into my dream!?
I focus on the wood rafters, the smell of sweat, the rubbery leather of the worn Everlast bags. I focus on bringing it to me. Wrapping it around me like it's a blanket.
The vision flickers for a moment then a someone drives a knife through my head. Oh My God, it's the most mind-splitting headache ever. I gasp out in pain and lose focus entirely. The boxing centre disappears, and with it the knife in my skull.
Huh. Interesting.
I try again. Same result, but the bag I conjured earlier remains.
What else could I try?
I take in my surroundings, the clearing is full of shafts of light with dust dancing in them. It reminds me of The Nightmare Before Christmas. Let's try!
I picture the clearing being darker and the doors on the trees. A Christmas tree, a pumpkin, an Easter egg.... I can't remember the others.
I open my eyes. It's as if someone has photographed my mind's eye and distorted it slightly. There are a few things out of place and there are no handles on the doors, but other than that, it's perfect.
I can do anything.......
I look down and picture flowers of every sort, especially hydrangeas, my favourites.
I picture a pond with Koi Carp and water lilies.
I bring a perfectly sharp, polished Samurai sword.
Then I realize, this is important! I need to wake up and message Jenny before she leaves for school. She needs to know!
I need to wake up.
I pinch my skin between my forefinger and thumb. No dice. Why can't I wake up?
I dig my nails into my palm. Nothing. Now I'm panicking! (And it's not even a disco!)
WHY CAN'T I WAKE UP!?
Then it clicks. You wake up if you die in a dream right?
An inch of doubt crosses my mind as my hands clasp around the sword. What if this is real? But what if it isn't?
I take a deep breath. The blade is so sharp I don't even need to put any pressure on. I simply side my left wrist over it. I don't even feel it. The cut is so swift. Blood doesn't well up immediately, but when it does, it doesn't spill out softly like in the films. I've deliberately cut the artery in my thumb, so the blood spurts out and splatters in the pond. I do it twice to be safe.
I hope the fish are vampires.
I do the same to my right wrist, holding the sword shakily with my left. I probably have around 5 minutes until I bleed out. The sword slips leaving a great gash down my arm. I gasp and shudder.
I just want this over. I steady my left with my right and hold the sword up, digging the point so it is between my 3rd and 4th rib at an angle so I can thrust it up into my heart. I can already feel the blood on my shirt before I even put the pressure on, then I simply fall forward, barely registering the blade as it pops out my back.

I gasp awake. There's blood. How? My wrists are burning, but not my back where the sword went in. I look down at my wrists and hands, then I see it. There's two deep trenches on the inside of my left wrist, and skin under my right nails. Oh My God I think I'm about to be sick.
I can't even look at my right arm.
I rush to the bathroom and wash the skin away. I quickly bandage my wrists then promptly vomit. The fabric is already turning scarlet.
What's Doctor West going to think tomorrow?
I can't let this go to waste.
I turn on my phone, I don't have time for the laptop. I pull on a school sweater to hide my wrists whilst I wait for it to load the log in screen. I click the Tumblr option and voila!
I already have a message.
Jinxx'sJennyPenny: OMG! I just dreamed about you! :3
TheAwesomestPurdyGirl: I dreamed about you too. Listen Jenny, I learned something when you were woken up. We can control things to a certain extent. Don't ask questions. I will show you tonight.
Jinxx'sJennyPenny: Go to bed early, so we both arrive together. I'll be waiting. :3

One thing solved, now I just need to write in West's pathetic diary.

Notes

-TheBunnyRegimeQueen
I'm sorry, this was a bit gruesome. I actually felt sick writing it (and I can tell you in good detail how to perform an autopsy, so it takes a bit to make me squeamish.)
A diary entry from me tomorrow then it's back to you, darling.

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