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In the beginning, and the end, everything is dark. The only thought that I could process was that I was dead, but I felt strangely alive. My body was heavy and stiff, not wanting to respond to me. I asked myself why I was trying to move, but I came up with no answer. I couldn’t seem to remember anything. I didn’t know where I was, what I was doing or who I even was. However, it felt extremely important to be able to remember something, so I tried harder to go back within my mind.
Out of the darkness, a flat, emotionless voice blasted. “F58, what is your status?”
Everything hit me at once. All my memories just flowed into my mind like a giant flood. It wasn’t painful, but it caught me by surprise. I began to hyperventilate and my head felt like it was going to overflow with information.
It stopped suddenly. The last memory seized hold of my mind, making my heart feel like it was in an ice cage. The memory of when I died.
“F58, what is your status?”
“I’m dead. Where am I? What’s going on?” I mumbled, finding talking difficult. I gagged a couple of times and swallowed convulsively, feeling sick.
“F58 is able to remember the Dream?” The voice remained monotonous throughout the whole sentence so I couldn’t tell if it was a question or not, but I answered it anyways.
“I’m dead. I didn’t have any dreams. Where am I? Is this heaven? Or... Hell?” I wasn’t a religious person, but it didn’t hurt to ask. Thinking and talking was becoming easier.
I swallowed hard, took a deep breath and forced my body up into a sitting position, squeezing my eyes shut and biting my tongue, hoping to not be sick. I felt extremely dizzy and I nearly fell back, but it soon passed.
I took deep breaths and slowly curled my hands into fists and then straightened them out, trying to get used to my body. I started rubbing my temples and numerous beeping started. It sounded like someone typing.
“What year was F58 born in?”
I didn’t even hesitate before answering the question, something just compelled me to answer them. “1995.”
“What is F58’s given name?”
“Jacqueline Birstmor.”
I opened my eyes a fraction, but shut them quickly. It was too bright. I tried re-opening them, blinked a couple of times to let them adjust and turned my head to see who I was talking with. My eyes widened and my throat closed up, not allowing me to scream.
It was some sort of mutated human. It had translucent skin, showing it’s veins clearly as if they were blue lines drawn on paper. No hair was to be found on it’s head, just smooth skin. It’s face was sharp and defined, skin stretched over them and looking like it might tear. Bones jutted out of it’s face awkwardly and it had no ears and a small bump in the middle of it’s face for a nose, with small, barely noticeable nostrils. The most horrifying features were it’s mouth and eyes. The eyes could barely be seen as they has sunk deep into their sockets and were so white that they seemed to glow faintly, with pinpricks of black pupils. It’s mouth seemed to be sewn shut, thick black tread stitched it tightly shut.
I started to tremble horribly, so I could barely sit up and I started to hyperventilate again. I kicked out with my feet, which caught on bed sheets and forced myself backwards until I hit a wall. Everything felt wrong.
The creature cocked it’s head to one side and blinked with clear eyelids. “F58 feels great fear, horror and confusion. What is causing these emotions?” It’s mouth didn’t move, but I could hear it’s monotonous voice perfectly.
“W-what are y-you?” I whispered, my voice shaking so horribly I wondered if it would be able to understand me.
“G76 is human, just as F58 is.”
I looked down to my own body, thinking that I might look like some deformed freak as well. My ivory skin greeted my eyes with relief. I felt my face, which felt normal. I had my nose, my lips and ears. I still had my short brown hair as well.
I tried to push my emotions away and find out more on my situation. My uncle, who had looked after me once my parents left, had always told me to just accept things so I could continue with life. Instead of dwelling on who’s fault something was or just sitting in shock and pain, you should accept the situation and find a solution to the problem. I hadn’t be able to master that ability, but I still tried.
“Where am I?”
“The Dream Lab, Ward 84, room 61.”
Okay, that doesn’t make sense. None of this makes any sense. This has to be a nightmare or something. I tore my eyes away from the creature and to my surroundings, hoping to make some sense of things.
I was in a small plain white room, just fitting the bed/table that I was on, a tiny square bedside table and the creature. A sliding door could be seen at the end of the bed. There were no lights in the room either. It just seemed to be lit. Damn it. I still don’t know what’s happening.
I paused to prepare myself to look back at the creature when it grabbed my arm in an iron hold. I started screaming, kicking and struggling, trying to rip my arm out of it’s grip. Everything became slower and my body became heavier and heavier. I forced my eyes to look to my arm. A small needle had been injected into it. The creature let go of my arm and it felt limply onto the bed. I sat limply, propped up by the wall. Tears burned in my eyes, but I forced them away. I tried to give my famous deadly glare, but I couldn’t summon up enough anger.
“Jacqueline Birstmor, please don’t struggle or resist and answer all the questions to the best of your abilities,” said the creature, staring at me. “What year were you born in?”
It had already asked that question and again, I felt compelled to answer the question even though I didn’t want to. “1995.”
“What’s Jacqueline’s time living in years?”
“Fourteen. I’ll be fifteen in a month.”
“What continent, country and city is Jacqueline from?”
“North America, Canada. I was born in Calgary, but I’ve been living with my uncle in Winnipeg for the last two years,” I explained. I didn’t know why I was telling the creature so much about myself, I just seemed to be talking unconsciously.
“How did you wake up?”
I stared at it, confused. “What? Wake up?”
“G76 seems to have phrased the question incorrectly as Jacqueline is a new Dreamer. How did Jackie die?”
I swear my heart must have stopped when the word “die” emerged from the creature. My head began to start spinning, my stomach churn and my heart try to break my ribcage. I was in absolute shock, but I whispered shakily,” I drowned.”
This is my first-draft so it's not perfect, but I'm looking for re-views so that I can make it better. I've posted the first version of this before on this site under the title Upon Waking, but I've re-written it because further on in the story, I needed to change some things. Thank-you to everyone who reads!
Ps- I'm also in need of a new title! Please post ideas! Thanks again
If this was meant for creepy effect, and the creature knows more than it's letting on, nice touch. I was just pointing it out in case it was an unconscious mistake. 
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