Alone

The Clouds

Clouds. That's all I see during the drive. Pink, soft clouds. Pink clouds in the sky cover us like a floating blanket. The soft pink wisps slowly change shapes and I imagine I'm falling onto fluffy pillows. Clouds. I fly through the sky. Soar through the puffy pink clouds. At last, I am at peace. No more fear. No more worries. No more scars. No more anxiety. Just me and my soft clouds.

"Cassy."

Suddenly my clouds turn into anger. Rains starts to pour out of them. Thunder cracks and lightning strikes. I fall to the ground.

"Cassy, wake up. We are here.", Jason says opening my door.

I hesitantly step out of the car and look around. The vines on my window seem wilted. The door seems lonely, beginning desperately for someone to open it. The grass looks dry and the swing set that sits in my yard hangs with sorrow and gloom.

"Ashley will go in with you. You will have 10 minutes to pack one bag and you are also allowed 1 carry on. Once you are done, we will start to head over to Rose Girls. (The girls home)"

Ashley gently guides me into the large oak wood door and into the haunting place I use to call home.