The Glass Doll

I know a girl who is lost beyond belief. She swears up and down that she will be okay. It’s the city she claims that made her this way, not the medication the doctors put her on. She prays for an escape. She wants to leave every memory she had in that house. She wants to forget how time had lost its place because of her addiction. She wants to leave it all, right down to every tear and every fear. She screams at night because of each dream. She dreams that she’s locked up and no one can hear her pleas while she drowns in her own pool of blood. And when she finally fled the scene, she found it was not how it seemed.