• John

    I never thought about life before.
    I never thought about how our lives are all in a somewhat box:
    Me.
    Jenny.
    Amy.
    Jane.
    Alice.
    Everyone.
    It's like if one of us do something, then everyone has to pay.
    It's like some twisted cycle that if broken, will cause something terrible to happen.
    But that's the thing about this twisted life...
    ...You don't know if it will be something bad that happens.
    Or good...




    Amy

    Seclusion.
    Outcast.
    John has been quiet lately.
    We all have.
    We're sitting in the darkest of rooms in our own bodies.
    Just us.
    All alone.
    With the future engulfing us, destiny overwhelming us, fate knocking at the door:
    And the sound of our own breathing...



    Chapter 1 Grasping Reality

    In my dream, I am sitting in a pitch black room.
    On a chair perhaps?
    A stool?
    Groping out for something. Anything solid, anything I can wrap my fingers around.
    So desperatly trying to find my way out of that room.
    It's silent.
    With only my shallow breathing as background noise.
    To stand is like wading through hot wax.
    The pain, why does it hurt to stand?
    The exit, I see the outline of the door.
    But it opens before my desperate hands can reach it.
    And fate enters.
    A dark looming shadow, suffocating me.
    And waking me.


    "Amy," moms gentle voice, "You okay?"
    My eyes pop open and I'm instantly blinded by the light that comes pouring through my window.
    "I'm fine," I lie and force myself to sit upright, "Why wouldn't I be?"
    Mom studied my face and shrugged, "Just a feeling. Want some breakfast?"
    "I'll skip" I said sliding out of bed and going to my closet. I pull out a shirt and capris and motion for my mom to leave. She smiles and shuts the door behind her.
    I sit on the bed and drape the clothes over the chair at my desk.
    I'm living a lie.
    Living in a void.
    Like my dream.
    I want to rebel, I want to stand up and fight...
    But it hurts...