Tomorrow-The Day That never comes

When the next day never comes but a war is taking place in the future how are you supposed to end it?
Recruited to the organisation F.A.I.T, Harriet (Harri) becomes part of the team who uses the advanced technology to plug in to the future to uncover the truth behind the war and to find a way stop it before it has even begun.
The confusion she finds clogging her mind when she wakes instantly causes a stir amongst the leaders but is soon pushed aside.
Harri's inquisitively soon gets her into trouble she is not aware of. Constantly pushing boundaries and breaking the rules she ends up getting further than they ever have before.
But it's not all good news. Harri discovers much more than she set out to uncover and things go from bad to worse as secrets are uncovered.
'It's no longer a secret if everyone knows'

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2. Chapter One

The bright light forced me to shut my eyes almost as soon as I had opened them. Slowly I allowed my eyelids to flicker open. The white light flooded to my half open eyes but it didn't take long for my eyes to adjust and soon the sharp light dulled and I opened my eyes completely. I saw the same sight I had the last time I had opened my eyes, I didn't know how long ago that was, I had only flicked momentarily into reality before submerging into the depth of unconsciousness.
            I glanced around the room seeing nothing but white. Clinical white. Although I was lying down I could see the tops of the walls. I raised my neck, preparing sit up, trying to get a better look around but a pain in my neck stopped me. My hand lifted to the place I felt the pain as an automatic reaction, I did not have the healing hands of Jesus and so it was a pointless action but one that I seemed to have no control over. I felt a raised line on my neck, it felt no longer than the width of two fingers. It was a little sore to touch but it was strange that I didn't remember how I got it.
            I lowered my hand and sat myself up. My hands sunk into the surface a little as I pushed down. It was then that I realised that my place of rest was a bed, although whose bed it was I didn't know. From the new position I could see the rest of the room but I hadn't been missing much. The pristine white walls, the white tiled ceiling, the pale blue floor and it was a hospital bed I was sat on. The room didn't feel like one that belonged to a hospital despite the hygienic atmosphere. The large, black rectangle of glass in the middle of the wall to my right told me that more than anything else.
            My own reflection in the black window taught my attention. My hair was pulled back revealing the entirety of my face, something I didn't do often as a result of not wanting to show my hard features. The clothes I wore was not what I expected as I didn't remember owning a hospital gown. I looked down at myself almost looking for proof that I was wearing the gown like the reflection was a projection or a trick of the mind. Sure enough the white cloth with green splotches hung from me.
            I turned and lowered myself off the bed, my bare feet touching the cool floor toes first. The cold floor in contrast with the warmth of the feet sent shivers up my legs. Step by step I walked over to the glass, getting closer and closer to myself, the details of my face getting clearer. Soon I was close enough so that what was left of my reflection was my head and shoulder. My face appeared particularly pale and with my hair almost nonexistent because of the pony tail it had been put into. My chiselled chin seemed harder than ever and my pronounced cheek bones more obvious than I had ever seen.
            With my hair completely pulled back my face was not the only thing revealed entirely, not a single hair rested upon my neck and the pink line I felt earlier, although small, was in clear view. The perfectly straight line was almost rose red in comparison to my pale skin and the surgical precision indicated the healed wound was not of accidental cause. I raised my hand once more, only not the automatic reaction it had been before, and gently ran two fingers across it. The raised surface was tender at the touch but I didn't wince this time. The incision made was professional and inflicted for a reason, merely a guess of course and what the reasoning of it was I had no clue.
            My attention turned to my face, my pale complexion a bright light against the black glass. The harsh contrast brightened my skin. My Rosy cheeks added a familiar warmth to my face. Everything about me seemed more exaggerated than normal, a shadow of unknown under a mask of familiarity. I had never seen myself look so vulnerable. The dark circles under my eyes revealed my tiredness at a first glance and awakened my mind to the reality of how tired I actually felt. I yawned in realisation and instantly felt the heaviness of my eyelids. My body was telling my brain to allow it to shut down.
            I had been looking at my face far longer than I had done in a long time and the more time I spent stare at myself the more flaws I could list, the more different I looked in comparison to the face in my memory. So I shifted my gaze to the reflected image of the room behind me. The whiteness of a hospital room with the hard, cold detachment of a prison cell or an interrogation room like I'd seen on T.V. That was when I joined a couple of dots. The black glass, a one way window, one that I could not see through. There was someone looking through, someone watching me, someone looking back. There had to be, surely. I had woken up in a hospital bed that surely meant I was under observation. Granted it was a hospital bed in what looked far from a hospital and much more like an interrogation room but there had to be someone.
            Turning slowly to look at the room itself rather than the reflection. I glanced around and I noticed a white board on the wall that would have been behind me when on the bed. On the board written in black was some information about me, some of which I was aware of and some I hadn't a clue what it meant.
            Name: Harriet Lily Ford
            DOB: 18/10/1997
            RS: 26/05/2015
            Day 2
            Group: D3
            The first two pieces of information was obvious to me, something I had grown up knowing as most people did but what followed made no sense.  Medical notes? I read and reread the words on board trying but failing to make sense of them.

            A sudden tingling sensation began on the back of my neck. It only lasted for a second before a sharper for shocking pain took over. The tingling became more of an electrical shock. I reached up and touched the spot from which the shocks were coming from. It was coming from under the scar I had felt earlier. The shocking increased causing me to wince and it grew from uncomfortable to painful. The electric shock flowed through my veins like an electrical current, it gripped my entire body and I lost control of everything but my mind.
            "What's happening?" I managed to whisper the two words but to who I was asking the question I didn't know. I certainly didn't have the answer but no one else was around to ask. My eyes were wide showing the fear that wrapped around my brain. If the pulses weren't restricting my body then the fear would have held me with a firm hand.
            I dropped to my knees without even thinking about it, without even knowing I was going to. My entire body rattled with surges of pain as I dropped to the floor. Just as my head hit the ground the electric shocks stopped, they just cut off completely as though someone flicked a switch and cut the power. But it wasn't over. Despite being charged I felt myself slipping away. My eyes were no longer wide like those is a terrified dear but were instead slowly closing. Each blink became longer and each time they gradually opened what I was seeing was blurred, I saw everything more than once. Each blink lasted longer than the one before until I didn't open my eyes again.
            I was plunged into darkness as the unwelcoming waves of unconsciousness washed over me. Images stirred in my mind like a dream only it felt far from imaginary.


 

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