It was one of hers. Finally it had come, but it hadn't ended like the others she had had before. It was wrong. She knew just from recalling what had happed supposedly in the dream that it had its differences. Like when they had to go on the walks over to the other house, she was never bored, she knew she loved them, entertaining her self with all the bird facts she knew as she stumbled along the track.
Opening her eyes she looked around the carpeted room and then at the four other people in the circle they were sitting in. She didn't recognise any of these people, staring at them in turn they all had one thing in common, eyes closed. Just like she had been, they were having dreams of hers and theirs.
The girl sitting next to her had her eyes firmly shut so she could stare as much as she wished until she awoke. She had a white dress with layers of lace and silk ribbons, with all these rich materials you would of thought she would have been happy, but her face was dull and sorrowful. More than a dead arrangement of flowers that were lying in her lap. Still the worst thing of all was that she had a tight strip of black tape stuck across her mouth. Her name was Eleanor.
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The Past Is Now(Can't Write This Any More!)
AventuraShe is stuck. All she needs to do is remember. But sometimes rembering can be difficult when your past was not what you thought it was.
