Broken Freedom (On Hold)

Prologue ~Tanner~

Prologue ~Tanner~

I slid my arm around her shoulders and slipped my black sunglasses on my face as we walked through the halls and towards the door leading to our freedom. I felt her straight brown hair crinkle under the weight of my arm, and our pace quickened. This is the day I have been dreaming of since I set foot in this school three years ago today. This is the day we get out. This is the day we get free. The door's getting closer and I can almost smell the fresh air that we have been so long deprived of. As we walk the corridor seems to get longer, the door farther away. We pick up our pace even more, bringing it to a run. The faster we go, the farther the doors get from us. I let my arm slide from her shoulders, leaving her standing behind me as I continued running for the door, hoping to catch it before it gets even farther away.  My legs start pumping faster, my feet seeming to never hit the floor, I run as fast as i can, trying to reach the door. I'm almost there, my fingers almost hitting the red metal, I can barely feel it--

I sit up in bed, my breath coming in short, frantic breaths, my hair glued to my forehead in sweat. I flung my blanket off of me and jumped out of bed, my feet making a thump when they hit the ground--which makes my roommate grumble in protest before rolling onto his face and falling back into a deep sleep. I slowly stalked into the bathroom and turned on the sink, the faucet cool on my palms. I bent over and put my hands on the side of the porcelain sink, letting the coldness sink into my skin. I put my hands under the cold water sat there like that for a minute, the water rushing over my hands like a soothing waterfall. I brought my hands up quickly and splashed the cool liquid on my sweat-drenched face.

I stood there land let the thoughts flood into my mind. It's the fifth time this month. The 5th time this month I have had that same dream. The stupid, aggravating dream where I never can get out of this dang place. The dream where I leave the girl--the girl that I have no idea who she is--the girl who is not my girlfriend. I did a swauve little half turn type thing away from the sink and leaned back against the wall beside it.

"What is this?" I mumble to myself, hoping that saying it out loud would help me better understand it. It didn't work.

Questions flooded into my head, chasing out any other thoughts of food, aliens, video games, and any other abstract thought I might have has rolling around in my head. Who is that girl? Although I have never met her and she might not even be real, she seems....different. Special, somehow. Like I'm supposed to know her.

Thats just stupid, Tanner. Stupid. It's just a dream. It doesn't mean anything. Just a dream. I have a girlfriend--and she is not the girl that was in my dream. That girl is just a figment of my imagination, nothing more. It's not like I will ever meet her anyways, so what does it matter? I just have to forget about that dream and move on, and that's just what I'll do.

I get up and wipe the remaining water and sweat off of my face, walk back over to my bed, and slowly crawl back in it and rest my head on the not-hard-yet-not-soft white pillow. I can feel myself drifting back off into slumber, and right before I close my eyes for good, one name jumps into my head. A name I have never heard before, but that feels perfect in my head. Zoe.

Note- Hey guys! Sooo this is a new story I'm thinking about writing(: What do you think? Should I continue? I know you guys don't know much about it yet because this doesn't reveal much...buttttt what do you think anyways? I Hope you like it(: Also, check out my other story, "Cry Me a River" (It used to be called "Living my Life" <3 XOXO