This where dreams become reality, but was reality really my dreams? I wish to awaken, to see the light of what I really can achieve.

I had no clue what I had gotten myself into that day, but one thing will forever stay the same...my beliefs, my heart, and my dreams will forever stay with the friends I made on my journey that all began that one day...

I opened my bright eyes to a room of little content. I was empty, and plain, as if stained by the color of which it was painted with. The only light shinning into the room was behind me. A set of glass windows, with white curtains, flowing to the pattern of the wind. White, the color of this barren room, the color of my clothes at the time, and the bases of all color. I had no clue where I was, how I got there, why I was there, and who I was.

I rose from sleep and sat up on the room's cold floor. I was the only thing in the room, alone, as if I myself was blending with the state of the room, and fading away. I then stood, from my position, and looked down at my clothes. I wore a white cotton dress, that went down to my knees. It complimented my semi short, dark black, hair. My hair was only contrasted by my spring green eyes. I had a small figure, I only stood at about 5 feet tall, and my body thin. I was a petite person, with long legs and arms that reached down to top of my thighs.

I looked around the white room, and heard as if a whispered. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out, as if my voice blocked by the very loneliness of the room. I walked around the room a bit, the cold floor of the room, beneath my bare feet. I placed my hand on one of the four walls in the room, that confined me. It was as cold as, the floor, as if the room were freezing itself, preserving its stillness. My eyes shifted to look around, my hand back at my side now.

Then, finally steps, to break my inner prison of silence. They were getting louder and louder, I wondered if a person would enter the room, but I couldn't identify if there was a door in this room. Suddenly then a heard the creak of a door, a piece of the room was cut, revealing the location of the door in the room. I stood there with the same blank expression on my face as when I had awoken in. I could feel it as the person came into the room. Their regret, their deepest secrets, all of their doubts in life gather in front of me. I saw them as a shadow, and not as a person, the darkness of their regret was so much that I couldn't see the light of their heart, what so ever. It was depressing, but my gaze did not falter from its target, and my expression, the same emotionless stare of a marionette. What I didn't know though, is that this person of doubt and regret would be the person to save me from everything...