She sits in here bed reading one of the usual books. She hides in her books. Her little escape from the world. It's not a particularly sad book, but she starts to tear up. Soon silent tears streem down her face. It's clear she is no longer reading the book. She tares the pages out in fits of rage. Her imagination broke. The real world slipped in. For the first time in her life her book failed her. The book didn't do it's job. She read the words on the page but couldn't remember them. She was taken hostage by the real world. Her problems, stress it wouldn't let go. Her superhero couldn't save her, so she lost it. She never screamed or cursed. She just cried. Made noises of frustration. She felt trapped in her own skin by that point. Ripping out the words that once saved her. Crumping up the detached pages before they we discarded to the ground. They failed her. The only thing that she had to get through this life failed her. She just couldn't see the color anymore.

Tuesday, May 2nd, 2017
- Matthew Blake