It all started as a dream. _It’s ok, it’s ok_. She had whispered to herself. But it wasn’t okay. Not anymore.

It all started as a dream. A bright summer day at the beach under the sun. But then _they_ crept in. Glass shattered on the cool hard ground. Concrete, sludge once again, sinking like a child drowning in the midnight sea. _Should have listened. Should have listened. _But that never happened. It all never happened. _It’s all in your head_. She told herself as she would lie down in sticks and stones, digging into her skin as she closed her eyes. It all started as a dream. But it always ended like a nightmare.

There were knifes in her back, foes she had once called friends and the sky would be as shards of glass at her eyes, eyes of glass, cracked. It never ends like a dream. Who needs happy days when you can be Depressed!! It started as nightmares. Then it was all becoming real.

She woke up screaming and crying, drowning in her own tears as she walked to the bathroom to wash her face. ITS NOT REAL ITS NOT REAL she would tell herself, in hopes of gaining some sleep tonight. But when she opened the door to

go back to her room the beach house was flooded. It was 12 in the morning, June 21, the summer solstice. The day the sun is brightest the whole year. IT WAS ALL BECOMING REAL, IT WAS ALL BECOMING REAL. The floor wasn’t its comforting carpet of home, but New York City sidewalk concrete. Glass shards from the sky falling to the ground and scratching her face and her feet began to sink down into the sea of concrete, lower and lower into the darkness. IT WAS ALL BECOMING REAL, IT WAS ALL BECOMING REAL she thought as daggers pierced her back and she cried out in pain. People she called friends, now friends to the enemy. All was lost, and it was over. Her eyelids fluttered close and it all became black as she breathed her last breathe. **And then. She saw. It was all becoming real. **