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in my
hands all along and yet I never knew. I can hear a
faint voice from inside the sphere. It’s a voice that I
once knew a long time ago. The voice belongs to one
called Jaden.
    “It wasn’t meant for you until now. Your courage
had to be tested and your heart selfless before
opening the sphere. The light would have killed you
had you not been ready”.
    I am up by 5 am, dressed and exploring the house.
My first intuition is to wait in the bedroom until
someone came for me but I was never one to miss out
on a chance to explore. I run downstairs in search of
something to eat. Someone is already in the kitchen
as the smell of bacon wafted through the halls
downstairs. I follow the scent and arrived at a large
kitchen. It looks ancient and boasts a giant cooking
stove, a butcher block island and copper pans neatly
hung from the ceiling. Despite its enormous size, the
kitchen is a warm and inviting place.
    “Good
morning”. The voice belonged to a lady who
appears to bein her late 60’s. She has grey hair
pulled up into a pony tail and the most shocking blue
eyes I have ever seen. She smiles at me as she
peeked over a stack of dishes she was carrying.
When she had set the stack of plates down on the
island she came over and extended a hand.
“My name is Pamela but you can call me Pam.
Everyone else does,” she said with a wink of her eye.
“Can I help you Pam”? I offered.
    Pam shakes
her head no. “Why don’t you sit down in
the dining room and tell me about yourself. I’m
almost finished here and the others will be around
soon enough”.
    Pam walks in with a tray full of sumptuous looking
food. Despite her request for me to sit and talk to her,
I jump up and help her unload the tray. There are tiny
buttered scones; berry jam, small sausages, bacon,
fried fish and stacks of flapjacks. It looked like she
was going to feed an army and the thought of a crowd
of people made me feel sick. I wasn’t the type that
enjoyed crowds and not really one to win new friends
over in a matter of minutes like Lisa used to do.
    Despite the anxiety I have of meeting a small army of
people, the steaming food smells so delectable that
my stomach is rumbling. The sound is something
awful and I am afraid she will hear it. Pam smiled but
didn’t look up from her work when she heard my
stomach. She was much too polite to acknowledge
the rude sound my stomach is making. I feel so
socially inept and clumsy around new people, even
though it seems like I have known Pam forever.
    So many things are beyond my control. My dreams
of late have taken on a violent nature. I am having
visitations from the dead that I cannot stop and the
people I am staying with are not what they seem. I
suppose my social phobia is the least of my concerns.
I wish life could be less chaotic and I could live like a
normal, soon-to-be- 20 year old girl. Oh yeah, I
forgot to mention the one boyfriend who cares about
me is some guy who I made up in some crazy dream.
If it wasn’t all so pathetic it would be kind of funny.
    As luck would have it, only a handful of people
showed up for breakfast. There are five people to be
exact, including me and Pam. They smile easily and
seem to be doing their best to make me feel welcome.
Although meeting new people can be stressful, this
wasn’t one of those experiences, much to my relief.
It feels as though I am in the midst of some grand
delusion. I am sitting at a huge table, with normal
looking people, somewhere in the middle of the
Underworld eating a sumptuous meal. I know
something is up, my intuition tells me that this is not
what it seems. These people are holding something
back from me and I have the feeling that something
unexpected is going to happen any second.
    I resist a compulsion to run to my room, grab my
backpack and get out of this place. As I contemplate
my escape, I hear a ripping sound behind me.
Startled, I turn in my chair and there is a fat
marmalade cat. It is sharpening