Paradise ||H.S||

CH.8

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Someday I'll wish upon a star

Wake up where the clouds are far behind me 

Where trouble melts like lemon drops

High above the chimney top

That's where you'll find me, oh

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+17 years ago +

Pretty lights shine all around me.

So many pretty, bright lights.

I take a few steps forward, a field of cotton candy?

Pink fluffy clouds of sugar, a white smooth path in between the fluff.

Is that a chocolate river?

What the hell is going on?

This place is beautiful, I walk towards the white path. I watch as I place my foot onto the path, taking a timid step.

"Humph" a little breath escapes me when I feel the ground underneath me, it's soft and pillow like, not as hard as I was expecting it to be. So, when I take my first step and my leg plunges into the path I stumble onto my knees. I look in front of me, getting up, looking at the pretty scene.

When I manage to get myself off the "ground" I start to walk, exploring my candy wonderland. A large waterfall, or chocolatefall appears in front of my eyes.

"Oh my god..." I say aloud, I can't believe it, this is a dream, but my mom never lets me have this much candy, says it rots my teeth. She's not with me right now though...

A loud screeching startles me, "what's happening" I exclaim, I'm scared, I watch as the pastel skies and pink clouds start to disappear, a black goo taking their place.

"Sylvia" I hear a dark? Voice echo.

"Wake up."

"Wake up"

"Sylvia!"

I'm shaken awake, my eyes opening to see my mom's angry face staring back at me.

"What did I tell you about naps Sylvia?' she lectures me, again.

"But mom I'm so tired." I tell her.

"Then sleep earlier, I told you before." she says.

"Mommy you know I couldn't sleep, I was scared"

She rolls her eyes, "I told you, you don't have anything to be scared of Sylvia." she huffs out.

"Okay, mom I'm sorry." I tell her, I want her to be proud of me, I want to do what she says, I want her to stop looking at me like that. I feel like I'm always making her feel sad, or angry. I'm always disappointing her, but I'm scared. I don't like the things I think about at night.

She looks at me a slight smile on her face, and then turns on her heel and leaves the room.

"Finish your homework" she says as she leaves.

I don't even have any homework today.

Dad isn't home this week, he's doing work somewhere else, I think Germany he told us, I can't really remember. My dad is so cool, He's the strongest person ever. I know he can beat up any of the monsters in my dreams, but he's never here to beat them up.