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She sat in her room crying for what felt like days, but it was only hours. She was so confused on what was going on in her mind, but she feared the things that creeped in it. She had no one to talk or express her feelings to. She didn't know it was possible to be so scared of her imagination. Here, there, everywhere. Jay and Zack searched everywhere. They searched up and down. They searched all around. They searched by me. They even searched by the sea. Where, oh, where could the dog be? He could be here, there, anywhere. Everywhere. They could not find the dog. Anywhere. Could he be there? Could he be there? Could he be anywhere? They searched and searched but no dog be seen. The dog was black and green. Jay and Zack could not see anywhere. They searched near and far, in the car. They may not see the dog here. They may not see the dog there. They may not see the dog anywhere. Jay and Zack made a trap. They made a cake in the trap. The dog liked cake. Even if it was a trap. Jay and Zack nap near the trap. They wait for the dog. The dog sees the trap. He sees the cake in the trap. The dog runs into the trap. Jay and Zack got the dog. They searched here for the dog. They searched there for the dog. They searched by me for the dog. They searched by the sea for the dog. They searched everywhere for the dog. Up and down. Here, there, everywhere.
She ran down an alley around 11:00pm, trying to escape her memory of the accident. She witnessed her father's and a drunk driver's cars collide with one another. She punched a wall, her knuckles bleeding. She didn't care since she had just lost the most important thing in her life. No pain can ever cover that. She was at her knees, praying that this was all a dream. She went to sleep that night, only waking up to face the fact that this was reality. Ivy's fragile, little body cringed at the extraordinary yet frightful dream she had the night before. She didn't know how to comprehend considering the fact she never experienced something so surreal. Even though Ivy didn't want to leave her uncomfortable yet snug bed, she forced herself up and dragged her body to the bathroom. She jumped onto the bathroom counter and stared at herself in the mirror. Ivy couldn't get the vision of a mansion being brought down in flames out of her head. Ivy may not have figured out what her dream meant right away but she wasn't a fool.
When Ivy changed into a dark gray night gown, she walked down the unstable wood stairs and into a hallway that lead to the kitchen. The kitchen was always full, since at least one hundred kids lived in the adoption center. Now, Ivy never paid attention to the guys in the center since she was never interested in anything anybody had to say or offer to her, but a boy that seemed to be about three years older than her stared at her for a good five minutes. Ivy didn't know if she should feel uncomfortable or intrigued, but after a second, he left out of the kitchen. Ivy ran over to the eating tables and ate her apple. The tables were always so quiet, no one ever said a word, not even a look into each others eyes. Ivy couldn't take the tension, so she just left. She ran back upstairs to her room and closed the door, only turning around to lean on it. She lifted her head up and looked at her bed perfectly made and her diary and pen to be sitting on her pillow. Ivy knew for a fact that she didn't do that before she left for the kitchen, and no one in her dorm ever really talked to her, so her mind went blank, but she was also quite grateful for this gesture since no one ever took the time to do that before. She smiled to herself slightly, but snapped herself back into reality. Ivy just sat on the floor since her bed looked so neat. The floor was cold but she didn't mind since her mind was being taken over by flashbacks of that dream. She just couldn't seem to connect the dots. Meadow. Houses. Fire. It didn't make sense. Ivy wasn't the one that would just forget something in an instant, she would find something. A missing puzzle piece even. Something that would send jolts to her mind and boost the images in her head to make any connections. Ivy was determined to figure out what that dream meant, and she won't stop until she does.
A young girl, heartbroken, shattered, her soul was black but her mind was pure. Her name was Ivy, or she believed it was since her crystal locket around her neck said to be. She was sent to an adoption home when she was three years old. She was forced to live in that hell for nine years, and overtime, she has learned a lot about how this world can work. Not the world as in earth, but the world she has been trapped that in that caused nothing but darkness. Even though Ivy wasn't as outspoken as the other girls in her room, she had a way with her words, even though no one has even read anything of hers. She wasn't ungrateful either. She didn't complain as much as you would expect even though she worked like a slave for this adoption center and everyone in it, was beaten senseless and hollered at for the slightest things.
As the sun falls, Ivy tends to get weaker and weaker everyday. She feels the need to release her thoughts every night. She grabbed her diary from under her wrinkly pillow and stared at the next blank page in it. She admired it, gazed at the page with enchanted eyes. Writing was her addiction, her passion, her entire life since that was her only escape from everything. As soon as Ivy was about to start her last write for the day, she paused and shoved her diary under the pillow as the door swung open. It was the headmaster of the adoption center. Ivy hid under her covers and pretended she was sleeping and the other girls followed. The headmaster walked with her head cocked up, trying to find anything even slightly suspicious. Obviously she failed since all the girls were familiar with the routine. As soon as Ivy heard the door close with a deafening bang, she sat up in her bed and opened her diary to the same blank page. She grabbed her pen and began to write. "Emptiness is all I feel now. My bones are throbbing and aching and my bruises are beaming off of my skin like the moon in the midnight sky. I fall apart everyday, piece by piece. I'm fading. When I was younger, I never expected my life to be treated like such trash. I want to see the outside, and not as in my long gazes outside my window, but to have a taste of what society is like nowadays. I wan to stop this routine I was forced to follow everyday. My life is rock bottom. No. Lower than that. My life is more like the flames the devil calls his home." Her pen froze. She gazed out her window, only to find a humming bird moving at the same pace as her heartbeat. Ivy closed her diary and stashed it under her pillow, and drifted off into a deep and troubled sleep that she had craving for so long. Meadow. Meadow was all that was visible to her eyes. Endless rows of daisies and roses. She skipped down a little path as her little, pink dress danced with the wind. That's when it all came crashing down. She inhaled a familiar smell from the distance and decided to follow that. She came across a house being brought down to its knees by flames. As she tried to get a closer visual, everything started to blur more and more. Eventually, everything started to move, come to realize that she had been falling. As soon as she hit the floor, her pale eyes sprung open. Ivy had been dreaming. |