Perfectly Imperfect

Prologue

 It's midnight, and I lay here, on this stone-cold, hard, miserable excuse for a mattress. Wishing that it was morning, hoping that I wasn't questioning my existence.... The thought of it being morning somewhere else, made me wonder. Made me contemplate. Should anyone miss me if I was gone? If I just happened to disappear off the face of the earth. No signs, warnings, nor a trace of my existence to be found. Would anyone notice? Maybe.

I glanced over at the Dim, 1999 alarm clock. In bright, neon green numbers it flashed 12:33 AM rhythmical, sighing dramatically I sat up. There was no point in just laying in bed if I wasn't sleeping.

The room was dark. Of course, but this dark was the pitch black. The kind of night that children fear something lurks in. The kind of night that women avoid in the major cities, in fear of being raped.

My type of dark.

The room was square; the bed pushed up into the corner. Old, ragged, blankets piled onto of the poor excuse of a mattress. A little bedside table sat crookedly, covered in dust. On the other side of the room was a measly closet crammed to the top with clothing I never wore. Years of Clothing from parties, weddings, school gatherings. Regular teen girl clothes.

On the opposite wall of the bed was a book shelf. Compact with books of psychology, art, serial killers, fantasy and more. Some books were tattered, torn, and pages were worn. Others were crisp, not even touched by dirty, human hands.

I re-read books over and over and over, afraid to start a new journey, to leave my comfort zone, get off this. Dreamland.That somehow only existed within the walls of my mind.

But, I guess you're getting bored with this droning about someone, somewhere, in some place on this god forsaken planet.

So let's just out of our comfort zones, and get into the real facts behind this story.