Luck of Nightmares

Chapter 1

Chapter One

Sunday, September 14, 2014

3:27 PM

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               People had a lot of misconceptions of the future. Flying Cars,  Robot servants, and pretty much everything in between. But it's just not like that, as awing as that would be. Its year 2200 and yes, I know what you're probably thinking. Public school still does exist and let me tell you, I don’t know what it was like two-hundred years ago, but if it consisted of doing all of this useless studying and memorizing, then nothing has changed. The board of education has made school six days a week because they claimed our generation was "lacking immense development and reconstructive abilities" or something along those lines. It was passed as a law when my parents were in elementary school, so obviously its an ancient law. My parents are quite the interesting couple, I have to admit. My mom is a zoologist, studying all types of different animals. She has  always loved animals, that woman. We practically grew up on a farm with all the animals she has brought home, and I'm not complaining, I love animals just as much as she does. My brother, Micah, however is more like my dad; smart, and has an unwillingness to  give up. I wish I could say I'm like them, but it seems like everyone in my family is inventing things, studying things, actually doing things with their lives and I'm just here doing nothing. I'm the reject of my family, I guess you could say.  Sixteen years ago, my parents expected to have a perfect, smart, and beautiful daughter but that’s not what they received. I know deep down I'm not the daughter they wanted. I see the look in their eyes when they see my bad grades, when they see how different I am. It's not only a look of disappointment and shamefulness- but a look of regret. A year ago, my nine year old sister, (should've been ten now) Fia, had died due to brain cancer. There still isn't a cure for cancer, or at least that's what the government says. "They make billions of dollars in profit, why would they release a cure?" my father always says. She didn't deserve to go, she was beautiful and graceful in every way you can think of, and I know she would've changed the world if she was still here. Ever since her death, I've developed severe depression. I have pills for breakfast, pills for lunch and pills for dinner, and every time I look at them I think of her. I think of how displeased she would be with me, slicing my wrists and crying her name at night, clutching her blue dress she'd always wear. My brother had been shaken up good, but no one felt the emptiness I felt after I lost her. They weren't the ones sitting on her hospital bed holding her cold, frail hand and stroking her silky blonde hair as her breathing decreased. It was me. My mother had her face buried in my fathers chest, sobbing,  while she held tight to Micah. My parents told her to  "stay with us for as long as you can", but I didn’t tell her that. She was suffering so I told her "it was okay to let go." And she did.

Before she passed, she had this wish she would always tell my father. She'd say, "Daddy, I want to create my own dreams. I want to be able to live in a fairytale land for just one night." He'd smile back before tucking her in and kissing her forehead. "Maybe tonight you will dream of that fairytale land." He'd say.  She had always wanted to be able to do that, create her own dreams. My father wanted to make her dreams come true, especially after she died, so he has been working on a machine. With advanced technology, he has almost been able to invent a machine that allows you to create your own dreams. Not only that, but you can also live your dream with other people too. It's crazy how the future works, right?