❛ 𝔦 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔴𝔦𝔪 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔦'𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔢. ❜
→ * . & ━━ a girl by the name
of sar, who can walk through dreams, finds
herself drawn to her hometown and into a
bigger m...
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ONCE UPON A TIME, THERE WERE EIGHT KIDS IN A LAB. The youngest was ten-years-old, and the oldest only 15. They sat huddled together in a room with white walls, white floors, and white bedding. No sunlight entered the room, only a harsh white laboratory light above them to keep them from darkness. It was a usual day.
Sar had laid back on the floor to stare at the blank bone-coloured roof. Lune had her arms raised towards them, pointing out imaginary constellations. Seven had her back pressed to the tiles too, head pressed side-by-side with Sar's. One was playing a hand game with Eight, though he was having trouble due to his inability to see. The metal, cage-like mask which was fitted over his eyes was harsh and unmovable. Not even Two had managed to get it off. They supposed it was for the best. Two and James were chatting, while Three was sitting in the corner by herself like usual.
"What are you going to do when you get out of here?" Seven asked Sar. Her voice was lowered to a whisper at the guards standing outside the towering bars separating them from the hallway. Each of them held a variety of tasers and guns for every occasion.
Sar squinted at the plain ceiling. "I don't think we will," she said.
Lune looked over, dark eyes glinting. "We will," Lune said. Two looked up at that and smiled. She slid herself onto the floor on her stomach, long thing fingers playing across the tiles.
"What are you talking about?" she whispered, a grin on her pale face. James came to join them at the loss of his conversation partner.
"Escaping," Sar hissed back quietly.
"Oh," the older girl said. She tilted her head. "How are we going to do that?"
Sar squinted again. "I'm not sure."
Seven smiled toothily. "It's yet undecided."
"Hmmm," James said. He had his hands clasped beneath his chin as he lay on his stomach. "Let's decide." If Sar hadn't been so foolish, she would have known the older kids were just trying to play a game. They knew they would never get out.
"Discussing an escape?" One said even quieter as he rolled over to join them. If this was their idea of inconspicuous, it wasn't very solid. It seemed prisoners laying in a circle and sliding towards each other was their plan of subtle. Eight trailed behind One, taking a spot beside Sar, who smiled at the quiet girl. Eight got most of the brunt of the guards, along with Lune. Sar knew it had something to do with the colour of their skin but none of them ever talked about it. Sar thought it was stupid anyway—she wasn't any different to Eight so why should the quiet girl get it worse. "My bet is through the floor, with a spoon." He was clearly joking, smiling and looking between the group as if he could see them. He had gotten good at that. Eight's dark eyes narrowed in confusion at the idea, opening her mouth to reject it before they were interrupted.
