He stands there in the bustling crowd, but he’s the one that stands out of the men, woman and children who are heavily packing boxes into the ship as well as saying goodbye to the soldiers off to war. They all stare at him, then sigh with pity. The poor boy has been through so much, memories ripped from his bare hands, nightmares of roaring fire engulfing a house in flames. The more it parades the more it grows, the shades of sharp orange, blood red and blinding yellow. The evil presence slithering towards him.”Boy! Help your poor hard working mother!” a man says scratching his scruffy beard. The boys velvet magenta coat and pants fit tightly topped with a purple hat and a slick blue feather. He dawdles over to his mother lifting boxes like they’re stones.
“Please cover your face. I’m embarassed,” she says gently brushing her hands along his burned face, along where the flames engulfed him. The elegant flicks of dark red along the side of his face.

“Embarassed? That I survived? That I’m healthy.”

“No! It’s just-”

“It’s just nothing! It’s just that you can’t accept me for who I am, that I was almost burned alive.”

“You know it’s not like that I just don’t want you to be made fun of.”

“Really? That’s your excuse for you not wanting to be a mother of an injured child? Because you don’t want to be the one known for ‘That girl with the burned kid’.”

She walks away in disgust but guilt never will overcme him because it’s the truth.

“I see her everywhere!” I say crinkling the tissues in my hands. I don’t hold in the tears.

“I want you to double your medicine intake by three.” He replies ignoring the comments about my hallucinations.

“Medicine isn’t helping! It’s making it worse!” I say shaking my hands in distress.

“It will help, please leave. You’re making this ridiculous,” he says pointing sternly to the door.

“Ridiculous?” I get up throwing the scrunched up tissue onto the ground cursing under my breath, I slam the door making my ears ring. Exiting the front door I begin to walk home whilst the sun leaks warmth onto my back. My bloodshot eyes stay locked onto the sidewalk, my pale face gets colder and colder despite the warmth of the sun. My shaking fingers run through my greasy hair. Then I hear the small footsteps of my hallucinations. A small girl who come up to my chin trots slighlty behind me, her blonde curls bouncing. “Leave me alone!” I scream walking a little faster. “We come from the dark!” she says catching up tom me.

“You really think that is important!”

“I could tell, you were thinking about it, you were thinking of killing me, your hallucinations.”

Just then she disappears into thin air. I walk into my cottage-like house and step into my dirty bathroom. I stare into the mirror, my eyes an empty void. I grab the orange pill tube and they whisper to me. “Don’t take the pill. Don’t take the pill.”

I slip it into my mouth and the voices stop. The world blends into black and I fell weightless.

The sun gleams, glistening on the droplets showered on the long sheds of grass. Short, stumpy trees hold handfuls of brightly coloured green leaves trying to soak up the sunlight. A sweet honey, tropical smell lingers, glancing at the silky white flowers also reaching up to the sun. The long sheds of grass tickle the soles of my feet as I brush my long gentle fingers along a flower bush erupting a different smell, a creamy apple and berry smell. A sweet symphony echoes from a tree a short distance away, grabbing my attention as the trees escape from vision and new different sorts appear, oak, maple and pine. The whistling wind floods through each individual leaf making a cool, soothing noise. Then, silence.