Edge of Dreams

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Sorry for how short it is. Basically just a crappy filler chapter. The story is just beginning ;)

Edge of Dreams

I run to the back of the garden before my mother can see me. With my special red spade from the beach in hand, I'm anxious to find the spot. I see the gravestone I made out of sticks and flowers. Throwing myself to the dirty ground, I begin to dig. I flick the dirt all around me until I find the shoebox. I pull it out, and look inside to find the bird.

"Wake up," I say cheerfully. I lift it up in my hands, but it still doesn't move. I frown and try again, "Wake up."

Tears are already rolling down my cheeks as I shout at the bird to wake up. "Wake up! Please!" The bird is unmoving.

I hear my mothers gasp, and I throw it back in the box covering it with the lid. I turn to my mother as she holds her hand over her mouth stepping closer.

"No!" I say shuffling back and holding my hand out to stop her. "It's okay! It's going to wake up. We just have to wait,"

"Oh sweetie," she says with tears in her eyes. "It won't wake up. It's dead."

I shake my head, refusing to listen. "No. It woke up before. It's just asleep."

"It was a dream, sweetie. The bird waking up was in a dream. You know when you wake up that it's real life."

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"Well, I would love to stay and chat but... I'm kinda freaking out. Aaron. Stephanie," I say nodding to them, "as you were."

I stood up from my seat and walked away from them. As long as they kept information that I should know from me, I wouldn't trust them at all. So the question is, what really happened to the girl who practically died before?

After loitering around the corridors for a while, waiting for the next challenge, I find people I recognise from my class walking somewhere. The rest of the afternoon consist of doing hardcore work outs, using gym equipment, and an achingly long assault course.

Tired and exhausted, I tread down corridors counting door numbers until I find my own room.

The rooms are apparently the same for each 'inhabitant'. Although I'm sure that the 'originals' have more luxuries, just because they are originals. Even though I've seen my room earlier today, it feel like I'm looking at it for the first time. Its not like I had much time to look at it, as the moment I woke up this morning, from them knocking me out again for hours, I was late for the tour.

The only colours in the room are white, grey, silver and black. A colour scheme that I'm sadly becoming used to. With the white walls and floor and cupboards it's a little bright on the eyes, especially with the lights reflecting off of them. Thankfully the bed spread is grey adding a somewhat colourful tone to the artificial room. The only things that make it seem unlike a sealed box is the manual door to the small bathroom and a small port hole where my clothes have to be put at the end of the day to be collected and washed. And if the cage of a room isn't enough to show me my place, then it's the board of rules hammered onto the wall.

If that doesn't make things worse, I had to read the rules in detail on my complimentary tablet. Which whilst I can't complain about the tablet, I can complain about the stupidity of the rules and how many fine details there are to each rule. There are rules for each section, and even rules for those rules.

Luckily the tablet, that's officially mine, also has a gps that will guide me around the level. Not only that, it's supposed to be used as my school books, alarm clock, diary, information guide, dream memory diary and computer. Basically, the small, portable, silver, rectangle pad that is resting on the bedside table, is my life.