Could it be my mother? I opened my eyes to see a world brighter than I could ever imagine, the sky was as clear as day and as deep blue as the ocean. The grass truly was greener on the other side, it looked like that one green highlighter that schools always give you, one of my favourite colours! There were rainbows left and right, with each colour of the rainbow all in my favourite shades. It was as if I was in a ĐⱤɆ₳₥ Ⱡ₳₦Đ it was beautiful. I looked down and there was a path made up of that type of dirt that doesn't get stuck in your shoes. I continued walking on the best kind of dirt when i come across a village, with perfectly aligned houses, i check the different mailbox and they were all written with my friend samantha's pretty handwriting, opening all the mail each letter had an individual motivational message and there was a good 20-27 houses, i can't count that high without getting bored so i take a peek in like two houses. Walking through the first one looked like my house back in Mataco, walking around the place everything started changing, first the placement of the 1900’s lamp-shade. It moved from the draws next to the door to the living room tables corner, next the wallpaper colour, then the type of fabric used on the throw on the couch, the dining room moved entirely. It all happened so fast it almost brought me to another meltdown. Suddenly I felt another small thing touching my leg, this time it was tugging on my sock. Following the tiny footsteps ever so out of my sight it leads me to my room, well what looked to be my room except it was scary. There was blood splattered on the walls and writing ‘fall, fall, falling, she killed you’ it said. I began trying to rub it off but it kept changing.

“She ruined you” “Hate her” “Love your mother” “she would kill for you” “ㄚㄖㄩ尺 几ㄖㄒ 卂ㄥ丨ᐯ乇” “ɓuıɯoɔ ǝɹǝɥʇ” “ᘉᓍ ᘺᕼᘿᖇᘿ ᖶᓍ ᖇᑘᘉ” “ǫᴎiɘᴎi|ƚɒ|Ꮈ ɿuoʏ ,ǫᴎi||ɒᎸ ɿuoʏ”.

“Stop! Stop! Stop!” I yelled, taking a crayon to the wall. Finally it changed back to its golden blue hue, just how I liked it, but now there was a suspicious ‘X’ over my bed. I walked through the rest of the house, had it changed to? Walking down the hall into my mothers room I opened the door and it creeked eerily as the sickening grey hues and dull lighting followed by the misty smell of dust and cobwebs of my mothers room was revealed. I wasn’t allowed in my mum's room so this should be fun. I walk through and see nothing fun, no secret stash of candy, no box of all my confiscated toys, and definitely no colour. I walk to my mothers desk to see some letters and legal documents. I opened one of the letters and it read.

“Dear evelyn ferro-shria,

Although through all our attempts we are unable to create drugs of your request. 

There is no such thing as a ‘cure for autism’ your child, lora was just born that

way and there is no changing her. I hope this doesn't arise

anything like what happened with your husband greyson, we are still working 

on your anger issues pills as from recent reports you have been getting worse.

Again there is no way to ‘cure’ your daughter and 

We hope you understand this.

Sincerely, Dr. Michael, AW. 

2/12/2584~ mental hospital of central state Mataco, Eplen.”

Wow , he uses a lot of fancy words. I continued to look through the rest of the papers but they were all just boring stuff about mum trying to divoce my dad “before he left, and then never… opened his eyes again” i sniffled, wiping away dry tears at the thought of my father. I won't sugar coat it anymore, mother says he abused her but i knew from my dad's words that she was the real baddie here.

“Sweetheart, I'm so sorry b-but dad isn’t coming home today. Don’t tell your mother okay loa, I-i’m so sorry loa, i love you, loa” and then he left his last words to me where i love you loa, loa was a nickname my dad gave me when he was talking quickly about mum when he would get me out of the house. That same day one of his work friends called kayli who i called wizard man because he could do magic tricks. She took me to my dad's work to see him for the final time… and he took me to the funeral. I just don't get why my dad would do that. Why he would, he would. I begin to break down crying, why did everyone else get a happy family and I got an abusive mother and my dads dead. I have noone in this world, im… all… alone. I cry into my knees, salty tears falling into my mouth and cold tears down my leg into my socks. I couldn’t bear this world anymore. I wanted to go home. Then a laugh comes from behind me and something falls onto the floor.