Short random stories

Imaginary friend

Kathleen blinked and her surroundings morphed into a majestic castle as her attire was replaced by stunning royal garments and adorning her head was a crystal crown. Gazing lovingly at the girl was a dark haired prince with his hand outstretched inviting her to dance. Listening to the classical tunes around her she noted her princes attire matched her own, the emerald shade embellished with gold adornments. At one point in the night the two withdrew to a desolate balcony illuminated by few stray glimmers of moonlight that crept past the tall hedgerows surrounding the property. The royal sorrowfully looked at her lover and admired him, desperately trying to engrave his features into her memory. She kissed him passionately one last time until her lungs burned for air and rested her forehead against his as tears welled in her eyes. Farewell my love, forgive me for I will never be able to return were her last words to him before she found herself in the sterile white room yet again. Instead of fine silk hugging her body she could feel the straight jacket mocking her status as a glorified prisoner on death row. The people keeping her captive spoke of curing her and talked of her prince as a disease needed to be eradicated. They wheeled her to the first session of treatment as they called it and she wept silently for she was powerless to stop them.