"It all began with loss. After her grandfather's funeral, she discovered her mother's dementia had worsened—her own daughter, now a stranger. Her father's offer of shelter came with the unspoken threat of abuse. Then, days later, a mysterious package arrived, an invitation to a school. With her world collapsing, will she take the chance to escape?"
November 26, 2038
Friday
. . .
The world around her is a vast wasteland of gray, crumbling buildings. Towers of steel and concrete rise and fall, their skeletal frames broken and twisted, abandoned and incomplete.
She walks across the ruins, her bare feet brushing against the cold, cracked ground.
Shattered windows hang like jagged teeth, some still clinging to fractured glass.
She steps over a broken beam, the sound of her footfall echoing in the silence.
(I've been here before.)
She moves forward, past unfinished construction sites, where rusted cranes loom overhead like forgotten giants.
Dust hangs heavy in the air, swirling in the empty streets beneath the broken bridges that stretch out, only to stop halfway, leading nowhere.
The city is a skeleton, a hollow version of itself.
The sky above is a muted gray, blending with the color of the ruins, as if the world itself has faded away.
(The sounds of crying and shattered glass.)
In the distance, she sees her house, standing alone in the wreckage.
The walls are cracked, the roof caving in. She knows this place.
Every broken brick, every slanted door. The weight of the past presses down on her chest as she approaches, the memory of her life here—cold, desolate, lonely—flooding back.
(This... nightmare.)
The windows rattle in the wind as she steps closer. The front door is afar, creaking on its hinges.
Inside, she hears the faint echoes of raised voices, the crash of something breaking.
(..Is something I will never wake up from.)
The sky begins to darken, the heavy clouds rolling in fast, swallowing the light. The air grows thick, oppressive, and just as the darkness closes in—
Wake up.
. . .
5:30 AM
Her eyes snap open, her body drenched in cold sweat. She's no longer in the city of ruins but in Cecelia's house. The morning sun is just beginning to peek through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room. Her heart pounds in her chest as the remnants of the dream cling to her, but slowly, the familiar scent of Cecelia's house brings her back to the present.
She's here now. Safe, for the moment.
. . .
She sits up in bed, the faint light of dawn spilling into the room, still shaken from the dream.
Her heart gradually slows as she takes in the familiar surroundings—the worn wooden dresser, the floral curtains Cecelia had hung years ago.
But the unease lingers. With a sigh, she rises, her bare feet touching the cold floor as she pads across the room.
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