The enormous car glimmered in the remaining sunlight that broke through the strong
and agitating rain. I faltered for a moment on the not so sturdy curbside, it was just a mud ditch
that ran alongside the road to catch the rain. My slow pace was even annoying myself, so i
moved quicker to the alien vehicle.
I had made it to the car, and looking in there was 3 people as i had first thought.
One was the driver and the other two were making out in the back seat.
"hello?" i said not sure of what was happening. The man in the back seat turned to
look at me and asked with a sort of idiotic gesture
"what are you staring at kid? are you enjoying the view." This scared me. i
turned in the direction of my house and sprinted home. I didn't even care if something kiled
me. There was nothing left to live for anyway. The nice home that i once enjoyed was now
a vicious cage. I never was able to say a word without being yelled at. and the one thing
that made all of this fun was gone. I had a sister once, but she was average in thought and
body. she had a million friends. I barely ever saw here and when i did she would always
be on the way out, anyway. When she was 16 and i was 12, she requested an emancipation.
Due to the massive corruption of the united states court system the request was granted.
After the trial we all went home in solice, after our arrival she packed some things and
left without any goodbyes. I believed that this was the factor that started the breakapart.
I have no sister.
After the thought of my sister, i sprinted harder and faster than i ever have before.
My drab white house with the picket fence had turned into a vast wasteland of nothing. I made
my way up to the door. The door was locked, I had no key to it,
"damn it, she must have forgot to leave it unlocked." i tried the know again to
see if it wasn't jammed. This was strange, the door somehow had opened before i could try it
again. Whatever, i thought to myself, I made my way into the house and shut the door. The house
seemed somewhat different from the house he was in this morning. I ran up the stairs, out of
breath, making my way to my room. The hallway felt like it was a thousand miles long. My
head was aching from the bloodrush to my head, and after a second, i passed out.
I had a dream in this unconcious state. Of a bright white room, it had no floor and
no ceiling, i glanced in all directions and there was nothing. It was an abyss of infinity.
Things like this dont exist. Why am i dreaming of nothing?
The ceiling of my room was unfocused and took a while to distinguish. I turned my head
to see my mom standing over the bed. she was staring with blank eyes, like a ray of sunlight
staring into my very soul.
"are you okay?" she asked. I closed my eyes to the bright light that hung in the middle of
my small cubicle like room.
"Im fine just go, i want to be alone." She left without hesitation. I tried to rethink what
happened. No matter how many times i thought about the events of today, it just didn't make sense.
I opened my bedside drawer to find a magazine to read for a while. My hand was about a centimeter
away from the handle of the drawer, until something startled me, and i fell from the tenderness of the
covers. There was a phone ringing from somewhere in the room. I threw my bedsheets to the ground
and whipped them around to see if there was something inside of them, but nothing came out. After a
moment of quick searching I had found where it was. It was inside of my bedside table. I walked slowly
to the small table to not deafen the sound of the quiet ringing. The handle was just a small knob that
hung on the side of the drawer.
I opened the drawer slowly and found the phone ringing still. I picked it up and examined it quickly.
The phone was a small erickson wireless phone. It was black with a fold out microphone. All this didn't matter
now though. What was really staggering was the number of the incoming call. 07734. I turned it upside down
and read aloud.
"hello? what is that supposed to mean?" i recieved the call.
"Hello," The voice was deep, and full of intrigue and excitement but for what.
"hello?"
"I have something i want to show you, but do you want to see?" I stood there for a second and responded.
"Are you sure you have the right number?"
"yes i do phantom," the voice answered. This was freaky, no person ever knew what my alias was. Only the
people who i worked for even came remotley close to figuring out what my hacker alias was, but none of them ever have.
"Is this the government?" I responded almost scared of who this could be.
"no, but i have no time to talk come to the corner of 1st and main and all the answers will be yours." The
person on the other line hung up, so i did the same. Who was this person and why should i even go to the street
corner? Curiousity go the best of me again. My head still ached with a headache but i didn't mind much because i
was too focused on the task at hand. My mom was walking down the hallway. I didn't want to alarm her so i turned
and began to walk towards the window. It was still raining but that didn't matter either. I opened it and journeyed
out into the small backyard. What lies ahead of me is the only question that is burning in my brain as i make
my way to the small dark corner of the unlit road.
and agitating rain. I faltered for a moment on the not so sturdy curbside, it was just a mud ditch
that ran alongside the road to catch the rain. My slow pace was even annoying myself, so i
moved quicker to the alien vehicle.
I had made it to the car, and looking in there was 3 people as i had first thought.
One was the driver and the other two were making out in the back seat.
"hello?" i said not sure of what was happening. The man in the back seat turned to
look at me and asked with a sort of idiotic gesture
"what are you staring at kid? are you enjoying the view." This scared me. i
turned in the direction of my house and sprinted home. I didn't even care if something kiled
me. There was nothing left to live for anyway. The nice home that i once enjoyed was now
a vicious cage. I never was able to say a word without being yelled at. and the one thing
that made all of this fun was gone. I had a sister once, but she was average in thought and
body. she had a million friends. I barely ever saw here and when i did she would always
be on the way out, anyway. When she was 16 and i was 12, she requested an emancipation.
Due to the massive corruption of the united states court system the request was granted.
After the trial we all went home in solice, after our arrival she packed some things and
left without any goodbyes. I believed that this was the factor that started the breakapart.
I have no sister.
After the thought of my sister, i sprinted harder and faster than i ever have before.
My drab white house with the picket fence had turned into a vast wasteland of nothing. I made
my way up to the door. The door was locked, I had no key to it,
"damn it, she must have forgot to leave it unlocked." i tried the know again to
see if it wasn't jammed. This was strange, the door somehow had opened before i could try it
again. Whatever, i thought to myself, I made my way into the house and shut the door. The house
seemed somewhat different from the house he was in this morning. I ran up the stairs, out of
breath, making my way to my room. The hallway felt like it was a thousand miles long. My
head was aching from the bloodrush to my head, and after a second, i passed out.
I had a dream in this unconcious state. Of a bright white room, it had no floor and
no ceiling, i glanced in all directions and there was nothing. It was an abyss of infinity.
Things like this dont exist. Why am i dreaming of nothing?
The ceiling of my room was unfocused and took a while to distinguish. I turned my head
to see my mom standing over the bed. she was staring with blank eyes, like a ray of sunlight
staring into my very soul.
"are you okay?" she asked. I closed my eyes to the bright light that hung in the middle of
my small cubicle like room.
"Im fine just go, i want to be alone." She left without hesitation. I tried to rethink what
happened. No matter how many times i thought about the events of today, it just didn't make sense.
I opened my bedside drawer to find a magazine to read for a while. My hand was about a centimeter
away from the handle of the drawer, until something startled me, and i fell from the tenderness of the
covers. There was a phone ringing from somewhere in the room. I threw my bedsheets to the ground
and whipped them around to see if there was something inside of them, but nothing came out. After a
moment of quick searching I had found where it was. It was inside of my bedside table. I walked slowly
to the small table to not deafen the sound of the quiet ringing. The handle was just a small knob that
hung on the side of the drawer.
I opened the drawer slowly and found the phone ringing still. I picked it up and examined it quickly.
The phone was a small erickson wireless phone. It was black with a fold out microphone. All this didn't matter
now though. What was really staggering was the number of the incoming call. 07734. I turned it upside down
and read aloud.
"hello? what is that supposed to mean?" i recieved the call.
"Hello," The voice was deep, and full of intrigue and excitement but for what.
"hello?"
"I have something i want to show you, but do you want to see?" I stood there for a second and responded.
"Are you sure you have the right number?"
"yes i do phantom," the voice answered. This was freaky, no person ever knew what my alias was. Only the
people who i worked for even came remotley close to figuring out what my hacker alias was, but none of them ever have.
"Is this the government?" I responded almost scared of who this could be.
"no, but i have no time to talk come to the corner of 1st and main and all the answers will be yours." The
person on the other line hung up, so i did the same. Who was this person and why should i even go to the street
corner? Curiousity go the best of me again. My head still ached with a headache but i didn't mind much because i
was too focused on the task at hand. My mom was walking down the hallway. I didn't want to alarm her so i turned
and began to walk towards the window. It was still raining but that didn't matter either. I opened it and journeyed
out into the small backyard. What lies ahead of me is the only question that is burning in my brain as i make
my way to the small dark corner of the unlit road.
