"Stop crying little girl. I'm here to take away the tears," a voice cooed. The man pulled me away from my burning building and shoved me into the backseat of a van. The engine revved up and the van rolled away, leaving my parents to burn inside the building I once called home.

"Mark her for the White Nightmare program," That same voice said to someone inside the compound I had been brought to. I heard a quiet grunting sound and then there was the horrible sound of burning metal. The man lifted up my red locks and watched the branding iron burn the skin above my left ear. I cried out in response, but the man in charge put a hand over my mouth. "There are no tears here little girl," he sung. I sniffled a little as I was led away to another room which held other girls my age.

We were lined up against a wall as the man who brought me here spoke. "All of you are now in training for the White Nightmare program. There are a few simple rules: emotion is useless and will not be tolerated anywhere in this facility, do not speak unless spoken to, and obey instructions the first time are the most important things that you need to know for the rest of your time here." We all stood against the wall horrified, not sure how to respond.

"You will be given a schedule and you will follow that schedule very precisely and if you don't you will be eliminated.

It is time for sleep, so follow me."

The man walked out of the large room that we were stationed in, and led us to a smaller room with a bed for each girl, about twenty four of us. "Go locate your bin, then find the clothes labeled 'night.' We all did as we were told and pulled out the clothing in the ziplock bag labeled night. The outfit was merely a white t-shirt with baggy white pants and a white hair tie for those who wanted it.

"Everyday you will go to your bin and pull out the appropriate clothing which is replaced after each use.

Change into your night clothes and get into your bed." We did as we were told because no one wanted to be eliminated, and as I pulled the white blanket around my body, the man cooed. "Very good." I was settling into the bed, my arms under my head when the man grabbed my left wrist. He took a pair of handcuffs and clipped one end to my wrist and one end to the bed frame, trapping me in the bed. I looked around with a scared face as he did it to everyone else. "Relax, this is only to make sure you don't run," the man explained.

The lights turned off and the door closed, leaving me in the room with 24 other 3 year old girls.

The door opened silently and heavy footsteps were heard as the man walked into the room. "Wake up my Nightmares," he cooed quietly, freeing each of us from our bed. I was glad to be free of the cuff and rubbed my wrist as our next set of instructions came to us. "Change into your day clothes," he said firmly. We did as we were told and walked over to our bins, each of us putting on a white pair of stockings, a white skirt, and a white Peter Pan collar shirt.

I slid the skirt up my childish legs and waited along the wall with my hands behind my back like I had been instructed to do. "Follow me." The man swiftly turned and walked out of the room, each of us following behind him, when suddenly, the man stopped abruptly. "You all walk too loud. Walk silently," he instructed, and took off again. We followed as quietly as we could, but he stopped again. "To walk silently, you must step first with the upper edge of your foot, then roll down onto your heel, understood?" I could hear the irritation in his voice as he explained, and for the third time, we began to walk. This time we successfully reached our destination, walking mostly in silence without pause. The man swung the door open and ushered us inside. "This is your classroom. You will spend your days in here until you turn five and leave with the knowledge you need, with a lunch break at noon. I do not want to eliminate any of you so follow your teachers rules, understood?"

"Yes sir," we all sang in unison, just the way we had been instructed to do.

"Good my Nightmares." The door closed abruptly and the teacher in the front of the room spoke.

"Welcome. My name is Mr. Heighten, and I will be your teacher for the next two years.

Today's lesson is going to be on basic English. Let's begin..."

Noon came quickly, and we were dismissed for a twenty minute lunch. There was a tray for all 24 of us, and each had the same thing on it: an apple, a tiny little salad, a few carrot slices, a bowl of oatmeal with add nutrients, and a glass of water.

I ate quickly and threw away my trash just in time for class. Mr. Heighten came into the cafeteria and threw away the lunches of those who didn't finish, and walked us back into the class room for another learning experience.

The Man came into the room and told Mr. Heighten that our learning day was over and it was time for our next activity. We walked in silence through the halls, observing the older girls who knew where they were going and what to do. As we walked silently, one girl caught my eye. She looked just like me, only she was slightly older with her fiery red hair and vibrant green eyes, but I kept walking, focusing more on how silently I walked. We arrived back at our bedrooms and the Man told us to put on our clothing labeled 'Athletic.'

We did as we were told and walked out of the room again wearing white tank tops with matching yoga pants. The Man led us to another unknown room, filled with large punching bags, knives, guns, and mats.

"Now," he said smiling an evil smile. "You will learn to kill."