Living in a Fantasy World
Sleep. Sleep cured everything. It made her forget all her sorrows and pain, even if it was for a short while. She lived in her fantasy, never wanting to leave. She was terrified of reality. Monsters, ghosts, and evil don't exist in fantasy, they exist in real life.
They are disguised as normal people that seem nice at first, but make you burn in hell later. They creep into your life, slowly making an impact. Soon, they mean so much; you can't imagine a day without them.
Then, they leave, for no reason. How can someone do that? Leave without a reason, a purpose, not caring on how it would affect the other person? They have to be cruel, heartless. They are the evil step-mother from Cinderella, Cruela from 101 Dalmatians, and Ursula from the Little Mermaid. They have no right to do that to someone. To make someone fear reality, their own life, is a sin. They should rot in hell.
She closed her eyes, going back to her fantasy world. She hoped she would never have to open her eyes again; never face reality again. Never have someone leave her, leaving her as a mess. Now she was lost in her world, knowing there was no escape now.