Oh Alyssa, how so beautiful you look. Walking down the road, curly haired, brown eyed beauty. Who wouldn’t be infatuated with you, Alyssa? Black bag on your shoulder, filled with imaginable things. Where are you going, Alyssa? Dressed in a white dress, black heels. Rings on all fingers, staring up at the mesmerising peach colored sky. Where are you going, Alyssa? Walking deeper and deeper and deeper as everything around you grows darker and cloudier. An overwhelming sense of agony layering thick on your body as your throat closes up, keeping you from screaming.

Where are you going, Alyssa? Approaching an ocean, she does not stop. She continues to walk forward, her thick black heels seeping into the sand almost losing them in the process. Where are you going, Alyssa? She walks into the water, her feet getting wet, then her legs, then her elegant white dress. She's deep in the ocean. The bone chilling water devouring her in powerful waves. Her body growing colder and colder as she continues deeper and deeper. She takes a deep breath and lets the waves fight over her and drift away. Where are you going, Alyssa?
Wake Up Alyssa.