More Than Just a Dream<3

3. The Green Room

TW: mention of needles

Riding in the back of the black mini-van, I try to figure out why I'm here. What do they want from me? I hear the men in the front saying something about putting me in room 208. Who knows what was so special about that room, all I know is that it would probably end up being my new home.

We finally arrived after what seemed like days of driving to my impatient mind, but was probably only a few hours. One of Mr. Foreman's goons open the van door and I step out hesitantly. To my surprise, we were at a big 3-story building, that looked sort of like a children's hospital. On the outside, it had tons of windows, white stained walls, and only one, two-door entry. The two goons grabbed my arms and walked me to the the doors, while Mr. Foreman walked in front on me and spoke.

"Добро пожаловать в зеленую комнату Давина. Это прекрасное место, куда отправляются все особенные дети. (Welcome to the green room Davina. This is a lovely place where all the special children are sent.)" he started, in a tone that made me feel sick. I felt like an outcast. What's going to happen to me now that I'm...special? "Здесь мы помогаем таким же детям, как вы, и учим вас контролировать свои особые способности. (Here we help children like yourself, and teach you how to control your special abilities.)" he continued, "Я могу дать тебе силу, дитя мое. Вы вырастете смелым и храбрым. (I can give you power, my child. You will grow up to be bold, and brave.)" I was so nervous I couldn't speak. All I did was nod while he gave me another ominous smile. He said all the right things, teaching me, making me bold and brave, but it didn't feel right. I could not trust this man.

Mr. Foreman put an ID card up to what looked like a scanner, and the doors clicked open. They must have been locked. As we walked through the doors I spotted a front desk and a woman sitting there. We walked up to her and she smiled at me. Mr. Foreman told her room 208, and got a key. Here we go. I found out room 208 was on the third floor of the building. We took an elevator and the doors open up to an eerie hallway. I jump at the sound of children screaming. Shrieks came from every direction, and the echo of the hallway did not help.

We walked quickly to room 208, and Mr. Foreman unlocked it with his key. When the door swung open I felt my heart drop to my stomach. The walls were covered in claw marks and stains. There was a bed in the far left corner and a dresser in the far right. There was one window on the back wall. This was not home. How could it be? I felt so deserted by my mother. How could she let this happen? Why not call the police? My head was spinning. The two men placed me in my room and walked out. Mr. Foreman came and sat on my bed with me.

"Давина, теперь у тебя будет новый график. Мы научим вас нескольким языкам, но в первую очередь английскому. Затем мы покажем вам, чем могут быть полезны ваши способности и как ими управлять. Звучит не так уж плохо, правда? (Davina, you will have a new schedule now. We will teach you several languages but first, English. Then we will show you how your powers can be useful, and how to control them. That doesn't sound so bad does it?)" Mr. Foreman asked. I shook my head. I guess it could be worse, I thought. Maybe this is just a school for special kids. Boy was I wrong.

Through the next few months I was never outside. I learned English in my room, and they took me down to the main floor to practice my powers. There was a room designed to look and feel like the outside, but I knew it wasn't the real thing. Here Mr, Foreman and his men studied my powers. They let me do whatever I wished in that room. I would grow flowers and water the plants. Sometimes though, there were days that I felt homesick, so I went a little ballistic. On days like this, my hands clenched into tight fists. My hands started to heat up. I scorched the room. All my flowers gone. I did this probably once every two weeks for a whole year, and would have to start from scratch.

For the next few years of my life my schedule was the same. First, breakfast. Same meal everyday. Then, language class, once I became fluent in English, Mr. Foreman only spoke to me in it. Next, lunch. After that, power study. Everyday I became more and more powerful. I learned to do knew things besides grow flowers. I learned to manipulate the weather, and I could bend water into different shapes. Finally, I had dinner and went to bed. Everyday the same thing for almost 4 years.

When I turned 6, I started taking a fighting class with Miss. Volkova, but I called her Miss V. By this time I had learned English, French, German, and Italian for languages, and I started using my powers to help me fight. In late December, the testing started. After training, Mr. Foreman took me to a part of the building I have never been before. The room was on a dark hallway on the second floor. This room was a little bit bigger than my room, but much more bone-chilling. In this room, there was what looked like a hospital chair, with belt restraints on the arm rests and wires and tubes connected to it. There was a table with test tubes each filled with a different liquid. Two men in lab coats sat at the table. I was freaking out. What was this?! I never agreed to this!

That's when I saw it. A needle the size of a straw sitting on the table. Oh no, I am not doing this. I ran. I ran as fast as I could, my adrenaline pumping, but Mr. Foremen's men were too fast. I didn't even think about using my powers, fear muddled my brain. I fought with all my might but I had only been in training for two months. Although I was a fast learner, these men had much more of an advantage. They got me back in the room and strapped me into the chair.

"Начни первые уколы! Нам нужно ее успокоить, чтобы это сработало !! (Start the first injections! We need to calm her down for this to work!!)" yelled Mr. Foreman. One of the men in the lab coats caught me by surprise and grabbed my arm. Before I could even react a needle was in my arm. Then another, and another. I screamed in agony, and well, we're where I left off in chapter one. Blackout darkness.

*A/N: Thank you all so much for reading my book. I am so glad that I can share this with all of you. Please remember I am open to any questions as I know this can be a bit confusing to some people. I hope you have enjoyed so far!! :)