Chapter Seven
White. That was all Briten saw. White walls, white bed sheets, white
pillows, white everything. "And to think," Briten muttered. "White
used to be my favorite colour." Briten laughed to herself, and
switched the television on. "Boring...Already seen it...Spice Girls,
euch... Something my dad would watch... Hanson? Uh, I guess..."
Briten said as she flipped the channels.
She soon became bored. "I wonder what the world would be like if I
wasn't here... I'm sure no one would miss me," she muttered. "Maybe
I should just wait until the cancer rids me of the world." She leaned
back against her pillows and soon found herself drifting off...
~*~*~
"Where am I?" Briten asked, her voice echoing off the dark, shallow
walls. "Hello? Is anyone here?"
"Briten," a strange, but somehow familar voice said from behind her.
A hand touched her shoulder. She jumped. "W-who are you?" She
asked, her voice sounding faint.
"You know who I am," it replied, turning her around. She was face
to face with a man in a black cape.
"Uh, what are you doing in my hospital room?" She asked, confused.
The man laughed deeply. "Your hospital room? Look around you,
girl!"
Briten gasped, finally taking in her surroundings. She was at her
school. The red lockers lined the hallways with an eerie glow, but they
were empty - deserted. A change from the usual rush of students
trying to get to their next class before the late bell rang.
"Why am I here?"
"It's your dreams. You wanted to know what the world would be like
without you?"
"Yes, but- but, I didn't mean it! I don't want to know anymore!"
Briten said, and turned away from the strange hooded man. Why
couldn't she see his face?
"This is all too weird. I-I have to get out of here." Briten tried to run,
but her feet were planted to the ground. She couldn't move.
"Whats happenening?" Briten asked.
The man just laughed, and pointed towards a set of lockers.
"Watch."
Suddenly Brooke came down the hallway, and opened her locker. All
her books fell out in a heap. That wasn't like Brooke --- she was such
a neat freak! Brooke cussed, and put them all back in messily. "That
can't be Brooke," Briten said. "She never swears."
"Brooke, whats wrong?" Briten called, since she couldn't move.
"She can not hear you, Briten."
Just then, Jason came down the hall, and slung his arm around
Brooke's shoulder. "Hey," She said, and kissed him.
"WHAT? Brooke and Jason?!" Briten cried, and tried to move, but
her feet were still stuck, as though they were glued to the floor. "No,
this can't be happening! Jason wouldn't do that!"
"But your not here, remember? Everything's changed."
~*~*~
Suddenly she was in the hospital room again.
"Briten! Briten, get up!" Briten's day nurse said, shaking her awake.
Briten stopped squirming and sat up in her bed, putting her hand on
her forehead. "What a dream," she said, in a daze. "It didn't even
make sence."
"Most dreams usually don't," the nurse replied with a friendly smile.
"I'll get you some sleeping pills, dear," she said and dashed out the
room without a second glance.
Briten shakily leaned back against her pillows, and shook her head.
She knew the dream had to mean something. Little did she know that
she was about to find out.
Chapter Eight
