PILOT
Katie looked down at her grandfather's grave, taking a deep breath. It was Fall 15th, two weeks before her eighteenth birthday. Wallace had passed away a year ago today.
She felt completely void of emotion standing in front of the grave after a year of grieving, although it made her feel guilty that she was leaving now. She had come to a decision to leave the Sunny Garden Café, and apply for a job that she'd read about in the newspaper, at another café in another village. Katie had already closed and boarded her grandfather's café with the help of Ronald, and he was waiting in his truck to give her a ride to the village, her bags already packed.
It was getting late. After a long moment of silence, she turned and walked away from the grave and back to where Ronald was waiting. Leaving her home didn't seem so hard…Wallace had once suggested that she explore other possibilities. She hadn't understood then, but she knew what he meant now. It was important that she didn't let this hold her back like she had for the past year.
Katie climbed into Ronald's truck, and the older man watched her, not saying anything at first. He finally cleared his throat. "You're movin' to Flower Bud? I've been there, nice place." Katie only gave a slight nod, smiling a little.
He was driving out of the town now, and Katie twisted in her seat to look back out the window.
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Dia found herself in a beautiful garden. How had she gotten here? It was hard to remember…
She walked through the shrubs and flowers, admiring their beauty. This place was so surreal, and it seemed so peaceful. But as she walked through the garden, it started to transform into a forest, trees popping out of seemingly nowhere. Soon she was in a clearing, and she saw a woman with long, black hair kneeling in front of a spring. Dia frowned in confusion and moved a little closer. She could hear the woman crying and holding something in her arms.
She was standing next to the woman now, but the woman paid no attention to her, continuing to sob and holding what looked like…an infant.
Dia put a hand on the woman's shoulder, unsure of what she was doing. The woman looked up from her child and turned her face towards Dia…
Dia shot up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. She was grasping the sheets tightly, her hair matted to her head. What was happening?
After a few long seconds, Dia realized she was back at the Sanatorium. She had just been dreaming. But something felt wrong…Dia knew she was awake, but felt like she was missing something.
She tried to shrug it off, thinking now of the dream. Something about the woman had seemed so familiar…as the woman had looked at her, Dia had felt a strange flicker of hatred.
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