As the sun falls, Ivy tends to get weaker and weaker everyday. She feels the need to release her thoughts every night. She grabbed her diary from under her wrinkly pillow and stared at the next blank page in it. She admired it, gazed at the page with enchanted eyes. Writing was her addiction, her passion, her entire life since that was her only escape from everything. As soon as Ivy was about to start her last write for the day, she paused and shoved her diary under the pillow as the door swung open. It was the headmaster of the adoption center. Ivy hid under her covers and pretended she was sleeping and the other girls followed. The headmaster walked with her head cocked up, trying to find anything even slightly suspicious. Obviously she failed since all the girls were familiar with the routine.
As soon as Ivy heard the door close with a deafening bang, she sat up in her bed and opened her diary to the same blank page. She grabbed her pen and began to write. "Emptiness is all I feel now. My bones are throbbing and aching and my bruises are beaming off of my skin like the moon in the midnight sky. I fall apart everyday, piece by piece. I'm fading. When I was younger, I never expected my life to be treated like such trash. I want to see the outside, and not as in my long gazes outside my window, but to have a taste of what society is like nowadays. I wan to stop this routine I was forced to follow everyday. My life is rock bottom. No. Lower than that. My life is more like the flames the devil calls his home." Her pen froze. She gazed out her window, only to find a humming bird moving at the same pace as her heartbeat. Ivy closed her diary and stashed it under her pillow, and drifted off into a deep and troubled sleep that she had craving for so long.
Meadow. Meadow was all that was visible to her eyes. Endless rows of daisies and roses. She skipped down a little path as her little, pink dress danced with the wind. That's when it all came crashing down. She inhaled a familiar smell from the distance and decided to follow that. She came across a house being brought down to its knees by flames. As she tried to get a closer visual, everything started to blur more and more. Eventually, everything started to move, come to realize that she had been falling. As soon as she hit the floor, her pale eyes sprung open. Ivy had been dreaming.