He woke up slowly. The room was colder than he was used to, there must've been air conditioning.
Sam opened his eyes and he was in an unfamiliar room. His mind didn't want to catch up to him at first.
Then he remembered it.
Robert was there, and this was the room from the dream after Robert left.
Sam sat up and looked around. It was cleaner than the dream had been. The desk was neat and tidy with the book sat on it. Was Sam supposed to keep a journal or something?
He forced himself to get up and walked over to the window. It was locked closed and now he could see the city extending below and around him. He couldn't open it if he tried.
He looked over at the door. Might as well try.
Sam tried to open it to no avail. That made sense.
Sam sat down and held his legs against himself.
There was no use shouting and letting Robert know he was awake. He knew he wasn't home and he wasn't going home anytime soon.
He missed Damien. He missed Marc. He wanted to wake up and see his family and go to school and complain that he wasn't learning anything.
Sam ended up sat there silently crying before there was a click and he looked up, desperately wiping his eyes.
"Sam. We have to discuss the terms and conditions," Robert announced.
"Fuck off," Sam grumbled.
"Don't communicate with anyone. Do not try to leave. I can search through your dreams and subconscious and track your thoughts and location through thoughts. I've been tracking your dreams for many months. I know who you care about and what you'd do for them. So you won't be acting out any time soon," he explained. "Just stay in the room and eat the food I give you and everything will be okay. That journal is yours. I don't know if you like drawing or not but I had old pencil crayons."
Sam didn't respond. He glanced up as Robert placed a plate with a cupcake on it on the desk before he left, locking the door behind himself.
Sam stood up and walked over to the desk. He felt sick.
It was like the ones you see on Instagram. Like a flower was sitting on the top of it.
This was a prison. Beautiful things like this didn't belong here.
Sam curled up on the bed facing the wall, and proceeded to cry himself to sleep.
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Angels
AcciónAngels is a completed book that I've been putting a lot of my time into for the last year. The main idea of the book is that it takes place in a world very similqr to ours, but is also inhabited by a race of "Angels" who are extremely hard to tell a...
