Dreams of silver rain

Chapter 1: The day of death.

For years I'd known that it would end like this. I'd known and yet I had hoped that it wouldn't. Warm tears drip onto my nose as a blurry figure holds me close to their chest. I can't feel them. I'm numb. From pain? I'm not sure. I didn't want it to happen like this.

 I can hear foot steps coming closer, are they running? They sound loud, but then again, everything sounds loud. Loudly silent. A lady dressed completely in blue stands behind the blurry figure, she looks familiar I think the footsteps were hers. She ushers toward me, telling me to get up but for some reason I don't want to get up, I want to stay in the blurry figure's arms, as close to them as I can be for as long as I can. I want their warmth to fill this ever encompassing chill that overwhelms my body and I want to stay alive.  A strange force pulls me out of my body as though someone has pulled back very heavy blankets and I've floated into being.
 "Stay with me." The blurry figure pleads. But I can't, their voice is muffled as though growing further and further away. I look down at a still body laying across the figure's lap, the body which contains my face closes it's eyes slowly, one last time.As quickly as I can see the clear image of my face it's gone, fading like smoke along with the figure and whoever was holding me. A corporeal hand lays on my shoulder, I look back quickly to see the lady in the blue dress, her other hand is outstretched to me, willing me to take it. Take it a voice in my head says. Take it.

I'm startled awake. I wipe beads of sweat from my forehead and retie my hair shakily as I stare at the blank white ceiling above me. It takes me a few moments to remember my surroundings. At school. My home, jail and escape.

 I look at the other girls in my dorm 3 of my best friends. Akira, Eve and Nadia laying idly in their beds. I move back the covers and get out of my single bed. The living conditions are quite nice here so I can't complain really. I look up regrettably at the clock on top of my shelf that holds other sentimental things like my necklace, the one I received when I was born, the piece of jewelry that's speckled with blue gems, and has my name on. The only piece of my parents that I have, I can't say I remember them to be honest,  my mother died giving birth to me, and my father volunteered me to this program when I was 3 unable to cope with the grief of my mother's passing.  My necklace is surrounded by photos. My passion for photography has grown each year I've been  in the program, I  like to capture moments as they're there because you never know how many you have left and while they  beautiful or horrible why not catch them in a picture?

The time on my clock reads 5:15am, I grab my clothes and towel then head towards the girl's bathroom trying not to wake the girls as I leave, and they don't even stir as the door clicks closed.

Sexes are segregated into different dorms but that doesn't include people of different genders, they're welcome to choose. Curfew is 10:30pm, if caught after hours you will have to have certain privileges taken away. To me this seems pointless, what privileges are there for them to take away when we can't leave? There are classroom blocks and a big training hall where you can go after classes, a clock tower and beyond the tree line, a huge forest.

 I get to the end of the hallway and move down the stairs very quietly, trying not to wake people up. I  head down two more passageways and reach the bathroom. I hear my friend Neveah singing. She's very lucky as some of us here cannot sing like she can. "Nev?" I say. I hear her jump and drop something that sounds like either soap or a shampoo bottle, I can't help but laugh.

"Don't scare me like that Yearah, you could have been a murderer or something!" She says nervously laughing. As much as I love her, she is a dopey as a fish swimming in wine.

"Couldn't sleep huh?" I ask walking past the clinically white basin sink.

"Yeah, always seems like that these days, doesn't it?" she says.