Imaginary

   Alexandria laid in a field of white paper flowers, the wind blowing her onyx black hair off her face to reveal her pale gray eyes as she stared quietly up at the purple sky flying above her. Her face that had once shown calmness, soon turned to dismay as the pale purple sky turned to deep violet and the cotton white clouds turned dark gray. It soon began to rain, the paper flowers wilting with the weight of the raindrops that seemed to hold a story. It wasn't until the rain began to pour down faster that tears began to form in Alexandria's eyes. It wasn't the satisfying sound of rain hitting the ground with each drop that she was hearing, it was voices.

   The voices filled her head with voices she heard from the outside world, a reality that she no longer wanted to see. A rampant chaos that she wanted nothing to do with had slowly creeped into the world she had created for herself to hide away. She suddenly let out a piercing scream, letting it swallow up her mind and overpower the voices in her head as she cried. She didn't want to stop, fearing that if her nights were silent the voices would corrupt her mind. She longed so much for a deep and permanent sleep so she could forever be in her imaginary haven.

 She suddenly stopped screaming, the voices vanished, and the violet purple sky was gone. The only sound was the sound of her alarm clock ringing in her ears. She wiped the dry tears from her face, too scared to face the monster that is reality.