“I have worked for this moment,” I repeat to myself as much as I need to. The moment has lasted a day, being crowned Queen Montgomery the II. I walked proudly to the podium to be presented with that gorgeous crown, is what I said years ago. I lay flatly in a box. Boxes will never be flattering, the people just think that. My soul rushed in the box of things, thoughts, and swirls of imagination. I heard the cry’s outside, my last seven minutes I was conscious. I felt the pulse of my veins through my chest. It got heavy to breath, less and less air came through. I thought about what way I would like to die, isolation, burning, cold, or a sickness of such. I bursted out of the thought bubble when I felt myself box being laid in the back of a funeral car, I guess you call it. Sadness flowed gracefully across the graves. I felt the digging beneath me. I didn’t want to be placed there, the animals too close and near. Years go, time again, the clock resets, as the world caves in. The sounds, the clacking of screens, the screams of sadness haunt me. I see them in the sky, I see them in you eyes. I cry, I scream, I curl my self into a ball, to not be seen.