My Bottle For The Built Up Emotion

Narrative of a Dreamer

Let's tell a story; something about a girl.
Let's start by describing the girl.
She wasn't pretty, nor was she talented. But, sure, was she special. Now, what could possibly make her so special? Her mind. It was a place of twists and turns; a labyrinth of thought glued together with the sticky substance of reality into a constellation most beautiful. It was the prettiest of aligned planets; truly the most shimmering of lesser known constellations. But like such strings of stars it only came out at night. When she dreams, she dreams a novel, best selling. She dreams in the colours of the galaxy; all purples and pinks and dark blues with swirling golden star matter. She dreams in black and white but nothing is dull. She dreams in every colour of the spectrum, even ones never seen by the human eye. That's why it's a dream. In dreams anything can happen; in her's everything happens. She dreams of the outlandish and the reality that is so feasible she wakes up in a daze forgetting that isn't her world and that she's only welcome at night. Now that you know the critical details about our main star lets get on with why I'm telling you of her in the first place:

One night, of course it was night, that's when all of her beauty forms seeing as outside of the night she's quite typical, unless you see her mind that is... One night she fell into a deep sleep, deeper than her usual sleep. Wait... Perhaps I should give our little beam a name. We'll call her... Dreamer. Ah, yes, now on with purpose- in her deep sleep Dreamer made up friends for herself because her real friends can't follow her into the labyrinth of her mind. She imagined a girl with bright purple hair, the colour of her favourite galaxy dream. The girl with purple hair she appropriately named Galactica. And while it may seem like a nerdy or strange name it fit perfectly. Galactica was Dreamers first subject of interest, she had grey eyes that hold the world in their depth and her purple hair would never fade. Dreamer and Galactica spent a long time in this dream, drawing out galaxies and looking at the ceiling of the dream world that held the most beautiful one of all. No one could replicate it, especially not the real world. But the dream doesnt end there. No, the dream seems to last forever as she gathered more friends like Galactica.
Next added to the pair of friends was Double. Double was made up of black and white but unlike her dreams was quite plain. What was interesting about him was that he was double, he was black or he was white, personality wise. He was either extremely nice and shy and made up of lighter shades of grey and white or he was brooding and quiet for the reason of unexplicable anger, made up of the darker blacks and greys. He and the pair of bright girls could always be found colouring Doubles pale skin with bright crayons and when he was Dark Double they were gluing bright coloured paper to him while he sat and quietly explained his dislike of the sticky glue and rough sheets of paper that would line the structure of his sharp cheek bones and jaw. Nevertheless the three adored their time together.
The last friend she made up before figuring she had enough people to love was an ecstatic little creature called Ahni. Ahni was the subject of complete imagination. Ahni wasn't a human but rather a little bunny. And even though Ahni couldn't talk everyone knew what he was saying. Yes, Ahni is a boy but a very feminine one, he's a baby pink bunny that likes flowers and cute doll style skirts, not on him since he's a bunny but on others as a fashion choice, and he's the cutest critter Dreamer thinks she could come up with. With these additions the friends still coloured galaxies and Double but now they put Ahni into the mix, they sent Ahni out to get flowers for them to weave into flower crowns for the four of them and had him snuggle up with Double when he was having a Dark day to try and lighten his mood, whenever that happens Double always seems to turn into dark greys instead of blacks so maybe it works, although Double denies it everytime.
The friends adored each other and never wanted to leave the meadow they had been laying in since Galactica was imagined up. Dreamer hoped she would never wake up. These friends mean more to her than any other friend she could have in real life.
This dream seemed to be lasting a very long time and Dreamer was aware of that so she thought she should be waking up soon and dreaded the moment.
A year had gone by in the dream world and she still loved Galactica and Double and Ahni. But strange things have been happening. She would randomly hear words that were bigger than this world she occupied, they were loud and almost internal. No one but Dreamer heard them. She could never understand what they were saying either. One day she was talking with her friends when a loud obnoxious voice cut through her mind. She covered her ears but could still hear it and since she had blocked out the talking of Galactica she heard what the voice was saying, finally. "Stop! Wait! you cant take her off!" Then there was slow beeping and it faded away. She opened her eyes to see the neutral faces of her friends as they continued chatting carelessly. Didn't they notice her discomfort? All of a sudden another voice cut through, "I'm sorry, it's hopeless. There's nothing we can d..." it faded out again. Nothing who can do? "We'll give it one more day, kid," and then the voices disappeared. Hoping it's not one more day until she woke up she decided to rejoin the painting of purples and golds on Double's skin. That night she was looking up at the stars with Galactica to pass the night because in this dream there was no need for sleep, just endless stargazing. It was great until you've seen the same sky for so much time. So she dreamed up a new one to lay over their heads. Once the morning came and she was talking with Ahni about finding galaxy coloured flowers for Galactica's flower crown she heard a loud static noise and the thud of plastic hitting the floor a faint sorry whispered after the drop of the hard plastic block. Very slowly she became aware of an unbearable hunger in her stomach like she hadnt eaten in years, but this was a dream, I don't need to eat because I've only been asleep a few hours? She thought. Doubled over she glanced around at her friends they were idly painting and weaving flower crowns and she felt fatigue fall heavy on her eyes and body. Everything she imagined in this world glitching in and out of static. But still the friends sat idly. She heard only part of what Galactica had said to Ahni before there was a loud sob in her ear from the louder voices "dreams are fabricated, I wish we could do things other than what she dreamed up," So thats why they won't help me, she thought. That's why we need reality, it's not fabricated. "I love you, but I couldn't hold on after two years, I wish you would've come back to me. But I know how much you loved your dreams." The voice cut themselves off with another sob. "I don't like dreams anymore! Dreams aren't real, I need spontaneity! Get me out!" She screamed out to her dream world. Finally the friends noticed, they all turned to her and whimpered: "Open your eyes," she falls to the ground and blacks out for a mere second before opening her eyes and seeing a darkened white room with a sobbing boy next to her. She looks straight up at the ceiling when the boy sees her. "Dreams are lies hidden among a want." She whispers to him. But she's too stubborn to know that dreams are what you make them. So don't be selfish with how much you want to keep them. Or you'll never get your dose of reality, which is where happiness resides in the end. As soon as the last word leaves her lips the air that once was plentiful in her lungs is gone. Her eyes remain open, but her heart stops beating to the sound of a wanted dream and her lungs collapse with the feeling of betrayal, the dreams betrayed her, her head stops flooding with abstract colours and novel ideas. Her ears dont pick up the sound waves of heavy sobs that rack the boy next to her and her lips don't utter the response he wants- needs to hear, "Are dreams really better than us!?" Dreamer's eyes become shallow and the icy blue burns colder. "Carsa, why'd you have to be a dreamer? Good night big sissy, I love you..." he whispers as he brushes his hand over her eyes, closing them for good, so that maybe she can dream forever.

[A/N]
I'm kind of proud of this short story thing so why not post it on here. My brother said it was too sad so I made an alternate version which isn't as good but I guess I'll post that one, too