Intentionality by Rebekah Johnson Read Free Book Online Page B

my neck stood on end. I had never heard the language being sung and still can’t tell you what the words were, when translated back to in English, but as I stood mesmerised in the corridor, great visions appeared around me like I was being transported in to my own personal moving scene. I tried tentatively at first to feel the surroundings, believing that I had in fact been transported off The Nest. On closer inspection, I realised that I could still see past the fog of vision to the end of the corridor.
    The tale being told was a warning, a memory repeated in a gentle tone with a background accompaniment of bells along with the notes produced by what I now know to be a sitar. The tale was so deeply moving. A girl was tempted to stray away from her home by the promise of fortune and fame in the big city. She felt that she was invincible, independent and valuable enough by herself to make the move alone. She left behind her family and therefore the only support system she had. The city was a cold impersonal place, from the very first moment her foot stepped off the train, she knew that she had made a mistake but could not gather the strength to admit her lack of judgement to her family. She felt that the shame of admitting defeat so soon would lay a burden of ridicule on her family. I could watch her wandering the streets, almost invisible to the town’s folk. She lived the lie for a few miserable weeks and eventually found herself living on the streets, alone, ill and exceptionally scared. One terrible frozen night she curled up and never woke up. At the end of that heart-breaking tale the family sing of their utter devastation in losing their daughter twice. That it would have only taken one message from her, to get the help that they were waiting to give. The message was clear, we are only as strong as our team helps us to be. I am left wondering, why didn’t her family strive to help her once they realised she was gone? Perhaps she didn’t leave a letter.
    Unfortunately my team will be leaving me, not as it was in the story. Even worse still, that tragic girl
made
the decision to become alone, even if it was misguided. If I can’t figure out how to improve my mental strength scores, I shall not even have the choice. I shall be the one sleeping in a cold unwelcoming place without the support of my sister.
    My only hope in this situation, are my dear friends Dawn and Grace, they too have no signs of improved skills. This is because of an entirely different and frightening situation. They have both been struck quite mysteriously by an illness since the night that Mrs Alder gave us our three-week deadline. Their illness hasn’t spread to the other Seeders but seems to have something to do with the meal that we ate during the evening. They were both perfectly well before. But as soon as we finished the meal they both became seriously ill with high temperatures and erratic speech. They are both in the medical bay. Their temperatures are now stabilised but both girls continue to spout unintelligible words and commands uncontrollably. We have decided to visit one at a time as they appear to be eased by our presence but over sensitive to too much fuss! The medics assisting their recovery have no clue as to what the virus may be, but have suggested that because the onset was rapid the cause may well have been something they both ingested at that meal, just after our morning meeting with Mrs Alder, incidentally it was also the day that The Captain was spotted fiddling with our external pads but that snippet of information seems to have been eradicated from the memory of any of the Acers in charge. Because we weren’t supposed to know about him and because saying anything would almost certainly get Skye into all sorts of bother, we as a group have decided to silence the nagging questions also. Of course with no one else to blame the investigation into the virus has led to the Mono chefs and galley being