Dreamers

Floor 3

    We only speak truth. There is no reason to lie to one another. Violence as been gone for years and only stories are told of what a gun sounds like or what the feeling of a punch is. Life this way is peaceful. But things are only really peaceful when you don't know about anything else going on around you. A lot of the city is the same such as its buildings and homes, our clothes. That way nobody would feel the need to want another's belongings.

    I had been asked to stay later then all the other internship students.  Just to clean up . You would think , me being the daughter of scientists, would get a pass off cleaner of the day . But instead of saying anything to get  written up, I had nodded gracefully and gave a fake smile.
I moved around the room, picking what ever notes were left behind or anything else a student may have decided was not relevant. Glancing, I saw a photograph of my parents holding a certificate for something they had won . In the back ground of the photograph, I saw that years internship students. There stood Lucy Mcglossen. She had gone missing a week after that award. Three years ago now, I had only been fifteen.

I had liked her, even though We never really talked , she said what she wanted . Even had double digit write ups, which was unheard of. Mostly from talking back to a higher up authority. And being only a student, that was everyone. Knowing what I did about her, it could have been anything. I was jealous of Lucy's long brown hair and how easily she could talk to people. She Beautiful and daring. I was plain, shy , afraid of breaking the rules, and ruining the reputation of my parents , which scared me the most . They never liked the topic of Lucy, so I learned to stop talking about it .

"Mom? The school kids said more kids will disappear like Lucy" I said terrified of the idea of me possibly going missing.

"No one is going to disappear Morgan. Don't think so much." my mother replied with a hint of something in her voice that I couldn't quite put my finger on. Her frail hands wrote anxiously as if it was a speed writing contest. Knowing I should drop the subject and not anger her, my Fifteen year old side got the best of me. We sat in our basic kitchen, just like every house in the city and my mother paid no real attention to me. Just the paper and pen.

"Do you know what happened mom?" I asked and she looked up from her paper.

"Morgan I said do not think to much, its not good. I know you have homework and you should be doing it. Do not bring up such a childish topic." She snapped and that was the last time I ever brought it up.

Her eyes wore more than the statement she said. But eyes only say so much before you needed actual words, and these would be words I would never get.

    But how could the thoughts stay out of my mind ? It was all over the papers and in school . She was the first missing girl in fifty years . The word had spread that we were no longer safe but as quickly as the panic spread, and nothing happened  soon that word had faded, along with Lucy. Everyone moved on . And again , life was plain and boring. Everyone had moved on but me . I didn't understand . How does one disappear from such a high order government with cameras on every corner and people who only spoke the truth?

Unless society had been told a lie . A lie was on the list for reasons to be written up. But can you write up in entire government? My mind only lead me to the most extreme thoughts. When I was younger I was told that we must not think to much or it would cause problems. They told me only a few people like my parents were allowed to think so much . I heard this speech throughout the years along with everyone else sitting in a desk. Everyone else seemed to listen to this. Why couldn't I?

   I quickly shook all that from my mind to go back to cleaning . I swept the floor to find a plastic card slide from under a desk. It was Professor Kapets pass card. It allowed admission to the entire building. I instantly think of floor 3. Only the best of the best were allowed in that room and were not allowed to speak of it . Everyone just assumed it was for the best and no questions were ever asked. I slide the card into my pocket and continue to finish cleaning although there wasn't much to really clean. We kept the all white internship room in good shape during the day.

When I was done the clock read 11pm. I was past curfew, but my parents were both at a meeting, which I knew ran late. This late , I couldn't be sure. My curiosity was killing me. It was my only shot to see floor 3. Tomorrow I would have to return the card to Professor Kapets.

    But if I was caught the punishment would be unspeakable and beyond clemency . Quickly I choose to look , and my excuse to my parents would be that after cleaning I lost track of time studying.

A lie. Was I going to lie ?

No Morgan. Your not, I reassure myself

You were studying. Things your not supposed to be looking at, but still studying.

I walk, leaning on the wall. It was a blind spot for all cameras , I had learned from kids who were never up to good. And now I was no better then them, possibly worse. One foot after another I led myself to the forbidden door.

It was large, silver, and intimidating.
How did only a door intimidate me?

Reaching the door I slide the card and it beeps with a green flash and a small little beep goes off. The heavy metal doors slide open and I step in as if I've done it a million times before, but I haven't and most likely never would. But I guess even the biggest odds can be broken. It reeks of sterilization, almost like a doctors office but much worse. I see tubes of colored liquid and computers everywhere. Hallways that led to god knows where. I walk down one hallway, leaving the main room to see a door with no label. I press down on the handle to find it locked. Why would you lock a door on a floor that was unable to be walked into with out certain requirements?   Shrugging it off, I turn back to the main room I was previously. Walking to a table I notice a little bag filled with about four pills. -CONFINMENT- ,labeled on it . Next to it laid papers most likely describing its reasons.

Why would they leave a bag of pills on the table that needed to go to confinement? "Because basic people like me aren't supposed to be in here so theres no worries of somone taking it", I think to myself. And I was right. I should have respected my higher up authority figures like all the rest and not let my reckless teenage mind question that was in this room.

"Your not supposed to be in here." I hear a voice from behind me  say .

My heart jumps as turn to beg the voice not to write me up . Maybe if I just swore to secrecy and say how stupid I was, I might be able to get away with it. Of course I knew that couldn't happen anyway so I turned to beg anyhow.  But I catch myself before I say it and instead say something entirely different.

"Neither are you."