~Damian~
A cry for help echoes through the dark. I look up and see a boy dangling from a computer monitor, Minecraft shown on it's screen. His eyes are closed, but his mouth is open, speaking. I do not hear what he says. Endless cries for help echo. I back away slowly as the echoes get louder. The boy is still slumped there, still motionless, except for lips, which cease to stop moving. They speak soundlessly, I almost wonder what he is trying to say, before I am whisked away in a whirlwind of colour. I open my eyes, even though I had thought they were open already. I think over my dream, and one word flashes in my mind. Eden. My best friend. The one who was supposed to be grounded for the month, the one who won't pick up his phone. My mind races through the dream again and again, desperately groping in it's depths for an answer. One single result was possible. And it wasn't a good one. My friend is stuck in Minecraft.
