Karla's View

He took me into the sitting room, sat me down on the couch and switched of the television after the girls forgot to do it as they were so busy running away... Then once again he put an arm around me and began to speak. "You look hot, why don't you take off your cape?". I gave a him a look that made him new he got the word wrong, "It's called a cloak", I correct him. "Alright then, why don't you take off your cloak?". I did just that and put it over the arm-rest of the couch. "So, where were we before?", Taylor stopped to think for a while. "Oh that's right! I was going to ask why you were trapped here, or at least why you claim to be".

Taylor's View:

Now that we had the house to ourselves, I could find out why the girl was really here and what she wanted. For a second, I forgot what I wanted to ask her but it came to me eventually. I asked her why she claimed to be trapped. She prepared me an said it was going to be a long story. I thought, "Okay, well before we start, maybe give me a name so I can refer to you as something". She puts a finger on her cheek to think. "Ah, let me gather that thought. I guess I don't have a definite name. Oh wait I do! It's just that the teddy inhabitants never use my first name... They use everything but. Okay then, you can just call me Karla". Karla, that sounded like a nice name and some people here have that name, so that definitely wasn't anything out of the ordinary.

Alright, I think I should get to the point now. I asked the question again of why she was trapped and she points to a silver folded bag, sitting against the bottom of the couch. "What's that?", I ask her. "It's my satchel. Take the book out of there and flick to page four". On opening to page four, I can clearly see the title, it's her first diary entry. She must have wrote it just before she came here. Some of the stuff in there really disturbed me... That mysterious man in her dreams, I mean, what the? Is that who she was affiliating me with? And then who's Sindo? Is Sindo maybe her grandpa? Those are some of the questions I would ask her when I finish reading her entry.

After reading that entry, I put the bookmark back to where it was and shut the book, putting it in the satchel for her. "Karla, what's going on here? Have you come all the way here to find out if I was that man in your dream? Is that all?". Oh no, I found myself losing control of my temper again but I couldn't fight it. I took my arm off her, pointed her to the door and then slammed it. "And take your stupid little satchel too!", I yelled from the window. "And if I see you go anywhere near my house again, you'll get it!".

Karla's View

Ouch, that really hurt... The idea that Taylor wanted me gone; I can tell his temper got out of hand. There was nothing else I could do for now but walk away again. That's the second time Taylor got mad at me for my strange ways. I looked back at the window to see if there was any sign of regret on Taylor's face but there wasn't. Instead, it was a constant frown with him pointing in the distance, signalling for me to go. As I walk off, I'd keep looking backwards, then forwards, then backwards, then forwards. The experience was painful and I ended up crying again. "Why do I keep getting myself into this mess? Is my magic just too much for the people here?". I'd always question myself and my self worth when something goes wrong. I think to myself, "What can I do to make things right?". At this point in time, there was nothing that could be done.