Have you ever felt as though you’re soaring throughout the sky waiting to collapse on that concrete floor? You know that happiness only will last you minutes before you lose your mind; no your demons pull you back to the place you so desperately wanted to escape. Reality. In reality you were just a girl that sat in the back of the class, just the girl who was attached to the wall, just the girl nobody wanted, just the girl who drowned out her sorrows in the headphones on her ears.
Whereas in the realm you were so much more. A “rebel” they called you. They cared and loved you. You were one of their warriors fighting for creativity, fighting to be who you are. They were your true family, they stood there fighting by your side. That is until reality pulled you back. You screamed and shouted “Take Me Back!” “Take Me Home!”. Little did the doctors know that your home wasn’t the place you lived your reality, but the place where your mind filled with fantasy. The place where you felt you belonged, your home was where your heart and soul had been living, yet here you were with your body and mind. In reality, where nothing was good, it was all evil, darkness was found everywhere. You would rather be fighting in your fantasy world, it was where you belonged. You were in the middle of fighting what are called “shadows” before you were pulled into your doom, away from your love, away from your friends, away from your home. You had finally awoken from your slumber of fantasy in a hospital, not just any hospital but an asylum for the crazy.
Ashes falling everywhere, shadows in each corner. It was happening again, you were going insane, seeing things that weren’t there, you weren’t like you were in the realm, you were confident there but now you’re frightened. You try to escape but there was nowhere to go, the door was locked, you bang and scream for help, when someone finally rushes in and everything disappears. There was no more ash falling, there were no shadows in the corners, just you in a small room with plain walls, a tiny bathroom, and a bed.
Your eyes met with the nurse’s; they looked at you with caution, as if you were a rabid animal that had been trapped in a cage so they could study how you reacted. Before you knew it you had a sedative in your arm as your thrashing began to stop. You were getting sleepy. You let out a smile knowing you would finally go back to your the place you belong “The Realm Of The Fallen…