She sees her shadow, gloomy, eerie and left outside too long to play, her shadow had been forgotten, left astray, afraid, amiss like an orphan with no mother or father to love, claim or ever want them in their bent, but not broken shape.

She hears the loud confusing, noisy and disturbing uproar of the cars as they pass the speed limit with their tires screaming, screeching, shrieking, sqealing, and squawking like a newborn in desperate need of warmth from their mothers tight embrace.

She tastes the fresh, crystal clear water with the purity of such as all those children who lost their lives at the hellish hands of an unbalanced, unhinged gunman, but in return being lucky, not happily but were mercifully granted with the key belonging to the gates of heaven.

She smells a flower, faulty, but with a kik of something salty that for a moment as rich in life and sweetness quickly goes bitter almost like a black widown who loves at firs kiss untill you realize with open eyes that they've sucked the life out of you and there is no going back.

She feels the rigid, unbreakable ground beneath her feet with strength lik a mother who would do anything to protect their child from the big, bad and terrible things that life has to offer destroying, demolishing, disfiguring, and self-destructing their innocence.

The girl who screams in silence, that's when too quiet blossoms into unnerving violence, imagines a world where she has a chance at happiness, joy, a world where she is accepted, loved truly, a world filled with laughter and peace for all. A world like no other, a world where he didn't lie to her, where he never left her to fight alone, a world where he didn't stop trying, a world where he wouldn't give up on their love. A world where she wouldn't face every day with a fake smile, perfectly long eyelashes with waterproof mascara to hide her pain that seeped, leaped and creped its way out. To mask what she wants no one to see, what's on the inside, what is shattered and defeated. Sh imagines a world where he loves her with everything he has like it was just yesterday that he had promised he would be with her till the very bitter end, that they together, hand in hand would battle her demons forever. They weren't just under her bed or hiding in her closet anymore, they traveled their wat across and settled in her head.

That's just it, imagining, the girl is dreaming and for now she'll dry her eyes and put her mask back on. Everyone pretends she has just always done the best.

THE END.