Chapter two: in which girls are prisoners of their own rooms
Jade groaned as she surfaced from sleep, a sleep that lay like a blanket over her mind.
"Stupid drug, Doctor Hartman said that I wouldn't have any chances of dreaming. What a quack." She sat up in her bed, holding her head in one hand while the other fumbled with the light on her night stand. She looked outside, predawn light filtered through her lace curtains. Deep blue was quickly turning to grey. It might rain, fun stuff. She rolled her eyes and looked around for her cat, Gwen. Usually she waited for Jade to wake before meowing for her to feed Gwen.
"Maybe she had to use the little kitty's box, doesn't sound like a bad idea." Jade yawned and stretched before swinging her legs over the edge of her bed and sliding them into her beat up feel-like-walking-on-a-cloud green slippers. She sighed as she grabbed her robe from one bedpost and slipped it on as she contemplated the dreams that came to her the night before.
"A masked man, starlight eyes, a beautiful voice. Man, I dream some weird shit, good shit, but weird." She turned the handle of the door, but it refused to budge.
"'The hell? Come on! Open! Jade hissed, tugging and pulling on the door. "This is so not funny! Hey! Let me out!" She let go of the knob with a final jerk and looked around for a means of escape. The door shouldn't have been locked in the first place; she got rid of the locking mechanism weeks before.
Jade's eyes came to rest on the window of her room. She could climb out her window and onto the fire escape. She smiled grimly as she strode over, taking off her robe in the process, it would only get in the way. She threw open its French door-like windows and looked to the ground.
"Ohhhh....." She moaned, almost fainting and falling out the window.
Grotesque creatures ran here and there chaotically in what looked like a medieval kind of city. "Where the hell am I? I... I have to be dreaming! Where else would this place have come from except my stressed mind?" She questioned the air, backing away slowly from the window unsteadily. She glanced at her bare arm, giving it a good pinch. "Ow ow ow ow ow! Damn it all!" Jade yelled, glaring both at the open window and then the locked door.
Her eyes quickly scanned over the room which looked like her bedroom from her little cozy apartment. But how? She had to be dreaming! Couldn't she? She turned back to the window as despair danced across her angelic face. "Oh what am I going to do?" She had to wake up somehow, get out of this dreadful nightmare. She ran back the window, turning her eyes skyward. "Please, oh please! Someone help me..." She whispered softly as her vision blurred with tears. The sound of a key turning in a lock made her gasp and spin around with fists rose in an attempt to defend herself. Her eyes widened as the door creaked open revealing who stood there.
Why was he here of all times and what did he want?