Dreamer

Chapter 1

A chill ran through her body and she looked up. Up at the corner of her ceiling in her room. A small dot had appeared in the centre and seemed to be growing larger by the second. She walked up closer so she could get a better look.

Slowly.

What she thought to be a single dark mass turned out to be many small bodies with many legs.

Spiders.

They continued to grow in numbers and blanketed the roof, spilling down the walls. She sprinted out the door and raced down the hallway. Out the front door, the small spiders following closely behind her. Except they weren't small anymore.

Looking down at her feet she saw the ground was holding her captive, and as she looked back up she watched as a gigantic wave of spiders formed before her and they crashed down on her, flooding her mouth, nostrils, ears. Poking their way through any openings - even making their own.

Suffocating.

The spiders filled every nook and cranny leaving no gaps or room for breathing.

Her lungs screamed at her to inhale, but the spiders kept crawling in, refusing to leave room for air and slowly a numbness spread throughout her body.

No.

This couldn't be happening.

Pure panic tore through her body. Any air that had remained left her lungs in a panicked grunt.

She could feel their legs invading every inch of her body, in and out. Their tiny legs with their tiny hairs left the feeling of pinpricks across her skin. And then they were over her eyes. She pried them shut, not wanting to have to watch.

She fell to her knees and crumpled onto the ground, her head whacking on the pavement as she lost control of her body. Her heart pumping its very last round of blood.

Darkness.

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Dead.

That's what they had kept telling her when she had been sent there months ago. The scientists, medics, researchers, government officials.

Her parents.

They had told her that she had been dead for a whole minute. What surprised them the most was that before she had awoken her body had attacked them.

As if possessed.

And her eyes, which were a notable mahogany, had turned into aquamarine with gold surrounding her pupils. Her pupils had turned to a black that had sucked all light, seemingly getting slightly lighter in the centre.

Though they had told her that once she woke up she had been gasping for air. Freaked the fuck out of them.

It didn't seem right to even think that something like this was possible. But that was most likely why she was here.

In a research facility.

Surrounded by the government.

And even though she had been here for only a few months, it felt as though she had been here for decades.

Fair enough, right? She had been dying for almost every night of every single day. But what wasn't 'fair enough' was that she wasn't allowed to have any contact with the outside world, wasn't allowed to even leave the facilities. No contact with the outside world meant no devices, which meant no calling family or going on social media.

It also meant she didn't know what was going on outside of the facilities she was located in.

So she was mostly reading and eating during the day, though they did let her have access to a TV to watch a movie or two. But that was it. That was her boring life for the time being.

Until they found out what was wrong with her and how to make it right. To find a way of preventing it from happening to anyone else.

She sat up slowly, groaning at the aches and pains in her body. Her dark auburn hair spilt over her shoulders which caved inwards.

She swung her legs over to the side of her small bed, the stark white sheets crumpling around her hands and her ass.

The nightgown was clinging to her sweat slick body. It felt gross. What she would freaking do to have some company that wasn't a god damned doctor or professor.

Lonely. Something she never thought she'd ever feel in her 14 years. All those stereotypes about the lonely young girl waiting to find her prince charming now seemed to make sense. In a twisted sort of way.

See, the lonely girl wasn't waiting for a 'prince charming'. She was waiting for any human being with a friendly face and kind soul to just talk to.

People just got the story twisted and added elements to make the story 'better' for children.

Her wish was to have the ability to be able to be normal around people.

More than anything she was afraid of forgetting how to interact with people. But she was also afraid of not getting the chance to ever interact with people ever again.

To her left was a plastic cup, half-filled with water, and next to it were her assigned pills.

Pills that changed every day as the doctors searched for the right chemicals to stop whatever the fuck was going on with her.

She didn't even know if she was the only one with this problem, or if maybe somewhere in this world, or even in this facility, someone else was going through exactly what she was.

A/N

Hey, so I actually wasn't sure if I was going to publish this or not but I did so... I just wanted to say that this is a bad and short first chapter that probably makes prtty much no sense and seems to have no plot. I'll work on that since it's only a first 😊 please leave a comment and a vote if you feel like it (I dont like to tell people what to do but I'm lonely lol)