--I wrote Time-Less for the sci-fi competition, so this is the follow on from that. xx--

I have Dreams. Dreams which I can't explain. Dreams that feel so real, it's as if they are memories. Sometimes I feel as if I am awake, and it's happening in front of me, other times, I just dream of nothing. It's either The Dream, or just a blank. Something happened to me in reality. Something I can't remember when I have my eyes open; but when I sleep, relive it in flashes.


13. Escape

"The more you can dream, the more you can do."

Michael Korda

Slowly, I cracked open the door and quickly scanned the room for Xavier, glad to see he wasn't casually lazing about on the lounge chair. I breathed a silent sigh of relief and quietly placed the heavy vase down on a unit by the door.

At least I wouldn't feel guilty about smashing it over his head.

I quickly ran to the front door and pulled it open, not looking back as I sprinted down the flights of stairs and out the front of the apartment building, past the obese man behind the glass in the reception area who was now screaming at the radio in anger as he threw a piece of paper across the room.

I flew out into the street, heavy rain pelting angrily against my face whispering "TRAITOR!" as each individual droplet pounded the floor

Eventually, I started recognising some street names and began making my way to the city centre to get a taxi and get home. That's all I cared about. Hiding at home forever.

Everything Xavier had told me was immense, and I was having a very hard time taking it all in.

He sounded slightly insane and he had a violent streak against humans. Somehow though, I knew he would never intentionally hurt me. If I was to believe what he was saying, he'd saved my life several times.

I slowed down to a walk, thoughts buzzing about my head like bees in the height of summer. What was I supposed to believe? What Xavier was telling me was near impossible... yet that woman, Veronica...

What happened to her was impossible!

Tears mingled with the rain that ran down my cheeks and I shut my eyes tightly, trying to figure out what was going on with my life. 

My entire sense of reality had been turned upside down in moments.

I need help. I thought, slowly opening my eyes and staggering along the puddled pavement, knowing there was only one person who could help me sort out the things that ran riot in my mind.

I just hoped she hadn't lost her phone again.

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