Human Dream Catcher

Chapter Two

"You may call me a dreamer, but I'm not the only one." ~John Lennon

"How old did you say you were?"

I glanced up from my plate of food to see a young man take a seat directly across from me at the table. He had been talking ever since he first approached me and wouldn't stop, even when he took a few generous mouthfuls of a dinner roll from my plate. I glared at him when he did this, but he must've never heard of manners for he didn't seem to notice. I sighed and pushed around my beans, not really in the mood to eat, but knew I was hungry. "I didn't." I answered shortly, hoping, praying he would take a hint.

Nope. He reached over, grabbed my juice, and chugged it like nothing was wrong. "I'm guessing you're twelve with that height of yours." This monstrosity called himself Garret. "Just kidding, newbie! Don't act like that wasn't funny!" He laughed obnoxiously and belched afterwards. "Ah, nice one right?" A hand was being held up for a high-five, which I shot down instantly. "But seriously, how older are you?" Garret persisted and leaned too close into my personal space.

"Twelve." I said before snatching up my tray and moving to another table. I began to wonder if everyone here was like this, but shook my head and tried to convince myself for the fifth time already that this wasn't a loony-bin. Although, my efforts were probably in vain. Garret was making it extremely hard to stay sane.

"Hey!" I jumped in surprise and nearly fell backwards out of my chair when he was mere inches from my face. "Your eyes aren't blue, but you have blond hair. Why?" His black hair was greased down and slicked back, reminding me of a T-bird from Grease. Where was his off button?

Denying him an answer, I got up and decided to finish my lunch in my room. He was too much to handle right now, even if his intentions were the best. I didn't think I was in the mood to socialize, especially after realizing I was on my own in here after my suicide attempt. The bandages on my wrists were a constant reminder of this.

When I got to my assigned quarters, I walked across the room to stand in front of a full body mirror that was bolted to the wall so nobody could pull it off and break it. Gee, I wonder why I would need that. I rolled my eyes and then gave myself a quick glance over.

I was fairly short, for my age of seventeen and my brown eyes were rather an eyesore in my opinion. My blond hair, which I always parted off to the right, came to a stopping point just below my armpits and refused to grow any longer for some unknown, aggravating reason. Probably because I don't drink milk as often as I should. Its not as though I could complain, however, I liked my hair. My gaze fell down to my breasts and I groaned. I never understood why girls always complained about having small boobs when big boobs were even worse. They were unnecessary to me.

 Once I was satisfied, I walked over to the window and curled up beside the cool glass, leaning my head against it. I had a gut feeling that I would be doing this often and the reality of it all hit me like a speeding bullet. I was never going to leave this place. This was to be my prison for the rest of my mortal life. And I was nearly certain that even if my curse stopped, I would have to stay here for some sort of sick testing.

"Knock, knock."

I peered over my shoulder to see Dr. Seyfrie standing at my doorway. Next thing I know, I'm scrambling to my feet with tightly closed fists, ready to defend myself. This guy was already an enemy to me. He invaded my personal space while I was vulnerable and had this look on his face like he was up to no good. I could feel the pace of my heart quicken with my sudden burst of excitement.

Dr. Seyfrie held up his hands innocently and shook his head, "I just came to talk, relax." When he saw that I wasn't going to take his suggestion, he frowned. "I realize that you think I'm the bad guy here, but you should really get to know somebody before you condemn them. Dr. Cardel isn't exactly your friend, Lyn." He looked at me through clear, green eyes and my interest was pigued.