The White Opera

In a world that’s falling apart, Lillia Jane seeks to find the light. Dancing is her soul and passion, but it isn’t always the answer to her problems. She witnessed the murder of her best friend Sophie and won’t be forgetting the feeling of isolation any time soon. Lillia’s parents have moved to Queensland for the summer so now it’s just her and her older brother Brian, as they embark on an amazing adventure through Sydney Australia.


5. A Night In The Woods


We arrive back to our hotel room and I ask for room service. I order some macaroni and cheese because that looks like the only thing I can manage to swallow right now. Our room consists of a small bathroom which can only fit one person in at a time, an old TV, a double bed and a single bed. There is no room for privacy what so ever. I eat half of my dinner but instantly got put off after finding a hair in the bowl. After quite some time, I finally go to sleep. I soon emerge into a dream.

I stood on a thick, round tree stump. Looking around, I realised that there was a whole forest full of hacked trees. Then I started dancing. I couldn’t really control my feet, it’s sort of like they had a master mind of their own. I danced through the foggy forest, not a single sound escaped into the cold night air. I suddenly saw a girl lying on the floor. I was calm at first, until I saw who it was…“Sophie?” I whispered. I raised my voice so that it echoed around me and escaped into the distance, “SOPHIE?” there again, was no reply.

My enchantment lifted and I ran in her direction at my own free will. Before I reached her, a man stepped in front of me, blocking my path. “Excuse me!” I said, trying to dodge past the bulky figure, “Please, you don’t understand! My friend over there, she might be harmed.” he picked up a sharp axe and walked towards the last standing tree. For a moment I forgot about Sophie and watched him. He raised his stone axe above his shoulders and in one swift motion, swung it in a downwards motion.

It cut into the dry wood and repeated over and over again. A rhythm was forming and I started dancing again, in time to the metallic tune. The enchantment made me move away from Sophie and I realised that the tree would fall on her if she didn’t move soon. “SOPHIE!” I screamed, hot tears burning my cheeks.

I managed to break the spell and run as fast as I could towards her. Everything turned to slow motion, the man was done cutting through the trunk which was now falling steadily. I pushed myself forward but the weight of the air was keeping me from moving. The trunk was about 7 inches from completely landing on Sophie. I was in no condition to save her at all. It would take a miracle. Then, as if God had finally answered my prayers, someone pushed Sophie out the way. I tried to see who they were, but he turned and ran before I could.  

The air thinned out and I approached Sophie steadily, scared of what I might have seen. Her head lifted and she looked into my eyes, “Thanks Lil! I don’t know what I would have done without you!” I was astonished, she was alive and could have easily saved herself. “That wasn’t me.” I responded, “Did you see the face?” she didn’t respond because she was looking at the man who was now walking towards us, “Sophie get up! We need to run!” I persisted.

“I can’t, we can’t.” I tried to get up but realised that she was right. I was stuck to the ground like super glue. The man raised his axe once more…

I open my eyes. I’m soaking in sweat and shaking uncontrollably. Tia appears with some Panadol, “Oh good! You’re awake! Here take this. You were crying all night and your temperature was alarmingly high.” I take the Panadol and swallow it in one gulp, “Uh thanks.” is all I can say.

“Did you have a bad dream?” she asks, “I won’t blame you.”

“It was only about Sophie.” I dismiss it quickly and try to forget about it, “What’s for breakfast?”

“Whatever you want kiddo.” for the last blooming time. I. Am. Not. A. Kid.

 I get dressed, finally having the room to myself for the first time. Brian and Tia said that they would meet me downstairs for breakfast.

I agree (after some debate with myself) to wear my track suit and runners.

As I am walking down the hall I think about my dream and wonder who the person was who saved Sophie. These thoughts then lead to other thoughts on Sophie’s real murder. Who was the boy behind the mask? And had Sophie known him? Why did he do what he did, after all…he was just as scared as we were. What if it was the same boy in my dream, wanting to save Sophie because he was so ashamed of his previous actions? I know that the answers will come. But I am impatient, I need answers now. I quiver, knowing that he is out the somewhere. How can you live with yourself knowing what you did? 

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