Edge of Dreams

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Edge of Dreams

The wind lifts up my cardigan and I know that if I let my feet leave the ground, I will fly.

"Careful," my mother and father say together with concern, but I know they are smiling without opening my eyes. They are sat having a picnic on the grass of the cliff where we come every Sunday.

I stand on my tiptoes, secretly hoping that my wings will make me fly. Then my little sister begins to cry, I can barely hear as my parents comfort her, the wind is too loud.

I lean forward and step closer towards it. My father used to tell me that one day the wind will blow me far away. I take another step forward, and feel the surface of rock instead of grass. I know I have gone too far, that only a few more steps and I will fall into the sea. A gust of wind throws me off balance and I teeter forward.

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I place my face in front of the eye scanner. The light flashes over my right eye quickly and I lean back blinking my eyes a few times. A light flashes green. Placing my hand on the identity pad, I wait for it to scan my hand before the white door automatically opens smoothly. Stepping through confidently I'm glad to see it close behind me silently.

I turn to stare down the hallway. The corridor goes on for miles it seems; the walls are white and pristine, contrasting to the dark black floor. I stare down at my white uniform, which resembles a jogging outfit set, in disgust. The only design or colour on it is the silver lining along my arms and legs and the silver zip. I look so... plain. The whole place looks plain.

Suddenly, a blonde haired girl comes out of nowhere and marches past me, completely silent. Like me, she was wearing the white uniform, although hers looks more fitting and more fashionable than mine. A silver pin over her left breast glints in the corner of my eyes. She ignores my existence and doesn't pause in her steps.

I put one foot in front of the other and walk down the corridor blindly. Going down lots of twists and turns I see more people pass me. Most of them ignore me, and march away. They literally march in sync, not a single footstep out of place. Only a select few have a silver pin over their left breasts, and those are the ones that give me mocking looks and mutter the word 'burnout'.

I'm running late, and even though I could have asked one of the 'teen soldiers' I pass, I didn't ask for their help. They ignored me for a reason, and the others, seemed too pretentious for me to even consider speaking to them.

When my father told me I was going to be living on the other side, I wasn't exactly ecstatic. It may be where I belong, but I don't want to be here. I don't want to be turned into a soldier. It was only yesterday that I last saw my father. That last moment is still engraved in my mind.

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"The anesthetic should be wearing off now." I heard a muffled unfamiliar voice say. "You just hold on, whilst I take this to the lab, John."

At the mention of my fathers name my eyes flashed open. A white ceiling was in my view. I lifted my head up. I tried to move my arms, but my wrists were being held down by metal clamps. My eyes widened in panic and I whimpered. I was on some sort of metal surgery bed. I sat up cautiously with my wrists still being restricted. The air around me wasn't warm or cold. It was the perfect temperature to cool my body heat.

The wall infront of me was covered in photos of x-rays and brain scans. One look to my left showed an assortment of needles and surgical equipment. My palms started to sweat. I hated needles. What was I doing here? Where am I? I looked to my right to see a glass wall, behind it, my father stood.