Hey guys! Sorry I haven't posted for a while, I've been a bit busy being sick. :( But I hope you enjoy this chapter and tell me what you think about it!
"Sophie, you must tell me exactly what happened in your dream!" Mr. Forkle blurted.
"Why? It was just a dream." Sophie had been repeating those words over and over in her head the whole day.
"I just need to be sure..."
"Sure of what?" Sophie took a step back to look at him.
"Well, it's just a theory, but if I'm right, I need to know what you saw."
Why wouldn't anyone tell her anything?
Sophie sighed and told Mr. Forkle everything that happened it the dream. When she was done Mr. Forkle still didn't answer her questions. He started pacing, only stopping to turn to Sophie to ask, "Did anything seem abnormal, or more vivid in the dream?"
Sophie nodded. "It seemed so much more real, and I can remember much better than any other dream. It was as if I had actually watched that happen." She shuddered.
Mr. Forkle walked over and sat down in the chair across from Sophie. "Do you know what a dreamer is?"
"Um... Someone who dreams?"
"That is one definition for it. It also refers to someone who can see things that really happen in their dreams. They could see things that are miles away, really, anywhere in the universe."
Sophie curled up into a ball and rocked back and forth. "So I am a dreamer now?"
" I was not sure if I had accidentally triggered that ability yet or not, but now I know for sure. I'm so sorry Sophie."
The council had drugged Grady and Edaline.
They had kidnapped them.
What would they do to them?
Would they torture them?
Hundreds of questions raced through Sophie's mind and the room started to spin.
Air.
She needed air.
She tried to take a breath, but her throat seemed to close up and the world drifted away.
Sophie found herself in a dark empty room. Then she heard a shriek and someone yell, "Let go of me!"
Sophie whipped around and raced out the door. She realized that she wasn't really walking though, she had just thought that she wanted to go somewhere and she was going there. She couldn't explain it exactly, but it was almost kind of cool. Or so she thought, until she went into the room next door to see councilor Emery dragging a struggling Della across the room to tie her to a metal chair that was lined up next to three other chairs.
In them were Grady, Edaline, and Alden.
Sophie held back a sob. Grady had a gash on his forehead that was bleeding, Edaline was quivering and quite pale, and Alden's shirt was covered in blood, although it was impossible to tell how bad the injury was, and Della had a deep cut on her left forearm and was limping.
"Where are they?" Councilor Emery demanded, pulling a medler out of his pocket. No one spoke. "I said, 'Where are they?'" he yelled, lifting the medler at each of them in turn.
Sophie turned away.
She couldn't bear this.
She slumped against the wall and melted into tears. This was all her fault. If she had stayed, then they would be safe. She might not have, but that wouldn't matter. They would be safe. And that's all that mattered. But she could make this right. It was her they wanted. If she gave herself to them, they would stop. And everything would be okay.
Determined, she got up and made her way over to them, then she remembered, they couldn't see her. They couldn't hear her. She would have to do it when she woke up. If she ever woke up. She went back to pouting in the other room, clamping her hands over her ears, to block out the horrendous noise coming from the room next door.
This was all her fault. Those words swelled in her brain. She tried to push them away, but they stuck. And worse of all, Sophie knew they were true.